If Only etc.

by F. C. Philips; Sir Augustus Harris

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

Well, we're going out to dinner.

MRS. TEMPENNY.

Oh, you drive me wild with your improvident, Bohemian ways. There's to-morrow.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

Sufficient for the day is the dinner thereof. Don't be greedy.

MRS. SYLVESTER (looking round).

You have sold most of your canvasses, I see, Mr. Tempenny.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (aside).

I thought she wouldn't find the gallery extensive, I must really do something to-day, I must indeed! (Aloud.) Sold? Yes, yes. I am starting on a fresh commission now. There's a little sketch up there you may fancy;—a mere impression, but full of tenderness, I think, and rapture.