You're sorry for me?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Devilishly. To be married to a jealous woman!—what a fate.
CHARLES SYLVESTER (with a groan).
Ah! Tempenny, there was a girl I used to know when I was a bachelor—she was a model. My wife found her likeness one day after we were married. A likeness, nothing more—I thought I had destroyed it. Well, if you'd have heard the ructions she made; you'd have thought she'd found a harem.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Ah!
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
A year or two ago the girl turned up again—walked into my studio, and wanted to sit to me. As it happened I could have used her very well. Just as I had given her a drink who should march in too, but my wife.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.