Not before the child! Put it down, my girl, that'll do--Come on, Heinrich of the Golden Square, come and pour out the fluid. (_Exit_ SARAH ANN _L_.) HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Lifting his glass_). Gezunteit! ROSALINE. Very likely. (_Aside_.) This is the best day's sitting I've ever done. (_Aloud_.) Now this is what I call comfortable: a bottle of the boy, a cigarette, and a cosy chat. I am very glad to have met you. HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Putting his arm round her waist_). Really--is that so? ROSALINE. That is really so. But mind you, an hour ago, I should not have let you do this. HENRICH SCHERCL. I am so blessed we did not meet an hour ago. ROSALINE. It is true. An hour ago I was in love, but I have been treated very badly. Just now my heart is at the rebound. HENRICH SCHERCL. Leedle heart--let me gatch it! ROSALINE. Now you are making fun of me. I am not so simple as you think. Why, we have only just met. HENRICH SCHERCL. But we can meet again. Besides, I am not going yet--I will stop and talk to you. You shall tell me all about your love-trouble, and I will gonsole you. Hark, what is that? ROSALINE. Somebody is coming upstairs. HENRICH SCHERCL. Then I will step into the next room. It would not look vell that I should be found trinking jampagne mid a pretty girl like you. When they are gone I will come back. ROSALINE. Mr. Sylvester is in there. Here, if you don't want to be seen, get into this cupboard. HENRICH SCHERCL. Is it glean? Are you sure? ROSALINE. Clean as a new pin. Come on if you mean it, there's no time to waste. Now or never? HENRICH SCHERCL. (_Going into cupboard, gingerly_). I am certain it is not glean. (ROSALINE _shuts the door and turns as_ MRS. SYLVESTER _re-enters with_ MRS. TEMPENNY). MRS. SYLVESTER. I told you so! Here she is as bold as brass. Now what do you say to that? MRS. TEMPENNY. If indeed my husband brought her here--if he has really assisted Mr. Sylvester to deceive you-- MRS. SYLVESTER. (_Scornfully_). "IF!" The creature does not deny it. Speak, girl. ROSALINE. Good afternoon. MRS. SYLVESTER. "Good afternoon?" It isn't a "good afternoon" I want you to say. Speak, I tell you. ROSALINE. What shall we talk about? (_R.D. slowly opens a little_--_showing_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY _and_ CHARLES SYLVESTER _listening_). REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. (_Aside to_ CHARLES SYLVESTER). Can you do it, do you think? CHARLES SYLVESTER. I can do it. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. Threaten to punch my head. CHARLES SYLVESTER. Yes, yes--and you had better be very violent too. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY. I twig. Wait a moment. (_They withdraw_). MRS. TEMPENNY. (_Bursting into tears_). I will never forgive him as long as I live. MRS. SYLVESTER. I should think not. When I see Charles--! MRS. TEMPENNY. Oh, and when I see Rembrandt--! MRS. SYLVESTER. I _will_ see him, if I stop till midnight! MRS. TEMPENNY. And _I'll_ see him, if I don't go home for a week!