Eugenia? And Mrs. Sylvester? Why, bless my soul, how nice, what a surprise! Don't move—don't. (Stands peering at them with his hands over his eyes.) What a charming effect of light on your profile, Mrs. Sylvester—how rich—how transcendental! Glorious! (Comes down.) Well, well, well, and so you ladies have come to pay me a visit. Can I offer you anything?
MRS. TEMPENNY.
I called on Mrs. Tempenny to inquire whether you would dine with us to-night, and she said she could not answer without consulting you.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
You have no engagement, Rembrandt?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
I am quite at liberty, Eugenia, quite. I shall be most pleased and delighted. (Aside.) Another confoundedly dull evening, I know! (Aloud.) Sylvester is well?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Sylvester is always well.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.