My dear Mr. Schercl, I am delighted to have met you. You are quite confident you can _fill_ my galleries? HENRICH SCHERCL. With genuine works of art. (_Aside_.) Poor Gamboge died last week; I am sure he hasn't sold more than three pictures during the last ten years--I can get the lot cheap. Only there must be 200 at least. What with all the other stony devils I can lay hands on, I'll soon decorate the old josser's walls. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Well then, I shall wait no longer--there is no need now. I shall call upon you, and settle our business together. Good-bye, miss, for the present. This is your daughter, I suppose? HENRICH SCHERCL. Eh--oh, yes, my youngest--my ewe lamb. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. I congratulate you. She is worthy to be a Princess. ROSALINE (_aside_). This man's a flyer! I thought he was a mild young mug, but he fairly takes the merry little bun! REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Good day, sir. My time in London is short. If I cannot call upon you, I will ask you to come to me at Claridge's. HENRICH SCHERCL. Charmed, your Royal Highness. I shall be entirely at your disposition. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. That is well. (_Exit R_. SCHERCL _and_ ROSALINE _salaam_). HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Skipping with ecstasy_). Jampagne! Little girl, I will stand you jampagne to zelebrate the deal. ROSALINE. Good biz! (_Opens L.D. and calls_). Here Mary, Matilda, Susan, or whatever your name is, you're wanted. HENRICH SCHERCL. And you are a very charming girl, that is a fact. (_Lighting a cigarette_). I think I must give you a sovereign, yes? ROSALINE. I don't mind if I do. (_Taking cigarette from his case_). A "sovereign?" What are you talking about? My commission on this is a tenner--and I'm cheap at that! (_Enter_ SARAH ANN _L_.) HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Giving her money_). Fetch me a bottle of jampagne, and bring two glasses, eh? SARAH ANN. Yessir. ROSALINE. And look slippy. Go on, I'm parched. Mind, the _best_ champagne. (_To_ HENRICH SCHERCL.) Got a light? (_Exit_ SARAH ANN _L_.) HENRICH SCHERCL. What is your name, my dear? (_Gives her light_). ROSALINE. Rosaline--you may call me "Rosie" if you like. HENRICH SCHERCL. May I--why? (_Chuckles_). ROSALINE. Well, I was struck by your demeanour, and to tell your Royal Highness the truth I have never done business with such a nice gentleman as you before. HENRICH SCHERCL. Ha, ha, ha! You are a sharp girl too! You are too good to go to India to be a slave. You could do better in London. ROSALINE. (_Coquettishly_). Think so? HENRICH SCHERCL. You shall have a slave of your own--a slave who would love you. ROSALINE. It sounds very well. In the meantime what about the tenner? HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Taking out his notebook_). You shall have it. There! Will you give me a kiss for that, my Rosie, with your rosy-posy lips? (_Enter_ SARAH ANN _L. with champagne and glasses_). ROSALINE.