MRS. TEMPENNY (meditatively).
I don't see why you should distrust Mr. Tempenny because Mr. Sylvester is not steady.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Are you quite contented?
MRS. TEMPENNY.
No—we are too hard up, but I believe Rembrandt loves me, and I love him.
MRS. SYLVESTER (heavily).
Poor child.
(Enter REMBRANDT TEMPENNY door in flat. He wears long hair, and a brown velveteen jacket, and is smoking a short pipe.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.