(_Exit_ SYLVESTER.) REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Poor old Sylvester! Had no idea Mrs. Sylvester was such a termagant. I must cheer him up a bit. So there was a girl, was there, and Mrs. Sylvester is jealous of her? Wonder who she was! Nice girl I daresay--Sylvester's taste was always good excepting when he married. Where is Bob with my model?--time he was back! (_Goes to window_.) There goes Sylvester--funny thing you can always tell a married man by his walk. There is a solidity about it--a sort of resignation. (_Turns looking off the other way_.) And here comes a pretty girl.--What a pretty girl--Funny thing you can always tell a pretty girl by her walk. There is a consciousness about it--a thanksgiving. She is stopping here. Lovely woman stopping here! (_Throws up window, and leans out more and more till gradually only a small section of his legs remain on the stage_) ROSALINE (_off_). Is this Mr. Tempenny's studio? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. It is. I am Mr. Tempenny. Come up do. ROSALINE. No kid? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Not yet--I am recently married. ROSALINE. I mean you are really Mr. Tempenny. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Really and truly. (_Withdraws from window, wreathed in smiles_.) How do I look? (_Smoothes his hair before mirror_.) Perhaps she is a buyer--I had better appear busy--or inspired. (_Seats himself and adopts a far-away engrossed expression_.) "Rembrandt Tempenny at Home." _Knock at door. Enter_ ROSALINE. ROSALINE. May I come in? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Enter pray. An idea has struck me. May I beg you to sit down a moment,--In a moment I shall be at your service. ROSALINE _sits_. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY _stares raptly before him as if lost in composition. (Business.) He starts up and rushes to small canvas, making violent sketch upon it. Then brushes his hand across his brow, and turns to her_. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. I dared not lose it--my idea! Forgive me--I have it down now, it is saved. What can I do for you? ROSALINE. Mr. Addison sent me. He said you wanted a model. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Oh--you are Rosaline? ROSALINE. You have guessed it in once. He could not come back with me, so he sent me here alone. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Oh! ROSALINE. What do you think of me? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. I think you a charming young lady. ROSALINE. Then what is the matter? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Well, I thought you were somebody else, that is all. So you are Rosaline. ROSALINE. You keep telling me I am Rosaline--I know I am. The question is how do I do? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. How do you do? ROSALINE. You misunderstand me. The question is how do I suit you? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Quite so--you bring me to the point. You suit me entirely. Mr. Addison perhaps explained to you the subject of my picture? ROSALINE. "Susannah." Susannah is a very ugly name--. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. But she will be a very pretty girl, won't she? ROSALINE. Oh, go away with you. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.