I've a good mind to bundle you out neck and crop, I can tell you. That woman has gone off to complain to my wife. Here, get me out of these things. (_He divests himself of the Chinese wig and costume_.) I think I had better go. I don't know how I'll do the picture--I'll _never_ do the picture. I think _you_ had better go--if Charlie Sylvester finds you here after this, he will murder you. CHARLES SYLVESTER (_off_). Tempenny!--Tempenny--are you upstairs? REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_agitated_). He! Oh, I say, you know--don't yer know--this is awful! ROSALINE (_rapturously_). I know his voice. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_dancing with terror_). Yes, so do I! He'll kill you--I warn you he will make a corse of you--or _me_. I won't meet him. I can't. Get rid of him for the Lord's sake--I'll hide in there till he has gone. (_Exit R_.) ROSALINE (_taking out powder puff_). After years we meet again! (_Enter_ SYLVESTER _L_.) CHARLES SYLVESTER. Why the devil couldn't you answer, Tempenny, I say-- ROSALINE (_turning_). Charles! Ah! once more! CHARLES SYLVESTER. Great Scott! My dear girl, what on earth are you here for? ROSALINE. It is like that you greet me? CHARLES SYLVESTER. "Greet" you? Well, upon my word I don't quite know what you expect. I thought it was understood between us last time we met that--that--we weren't to meet? You see I've got a wife, and-- ROSALINE. I know. I have just seen her. CHARLES SYLVESTER. What's that you say? You have just seen my wife? ROSALINE (_nodding_). She has been here. She has only just gone. CHARLES SYLVESTER. The devil! What did she say to you--what did she think? ROSALINE. She thought you knew about it--she was angry! CHARLES SYLVESTER (_furiously_). And very rightly too. You have no business here--why did you come? ROSALINE. Mr. Tempenny brought me. CHARLES SYLVESTER. What? Are _you_ his model? This is really too bad. Where is he? ROSALINE (_pointing R_.). He has gone in there. CHARLES SYLVESTER. What for? (_Calling_.) Tempenny! I say, Tempenny, I want you! (_Enter_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY _very nervously_.) REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Ah--er--good morning, dear boy. What weather, eh? What weather we're having to be sure. (_Aside to_ ROSALINE.) You malicious, base-hearted--(_Shakes his fist at her_.) Oh! CHARLES SYLVESTER. Look here, you know, Tempenny, this won't do. You have no right to bring the girl here. I don't think it was at all friendly of you. I--I consider it a damned liberty of you in fact. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_shrinking_). I was afraid you would be vexed, but don't be cross, dear old man; don't be "put out" about it. (_Trying to laugh_.) There are worse troubles at sea, as they say--worse troubles at sea! CHARLES SYLVESTER. (_With rising indignation_.) But I _am_ put out. Damn the sea--what's that got to do with it. Mrs. Sylvester has been in and seen her, I understand? You have served me a very shabby trick, Tempenny--I am very sorry about it! REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.