I shall be very glad. Well, I'll be off, now. See you to-morrow then?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
To-morrow! Au revoir, dear boy.
(Exit SYLVESTER.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Poor old Sylvester! Had no idea Mrs. Sylvester was such a termagant. I must cheer him up a bit. So there was a girl, was there, and Mrs. Sylvester is jealous of her? Wonder who she was! Nice girl I daresay—Sylvester's taste was always good excepting when he married. Where is Bob with my model?—time he was back! (Goes to window.) There goes Sylvester—funny thing you can always tell a married man by his walk. There is a solidity about it—a sort of resignation. (Turns looking off the other way.) And here comes a pretty girl.—What a pretty girl—Funny thing you can always tell a pretty girl by her walk. There is a consciousness about it—a thanksgiving. She is stopping here. Lovely woman stopping here!
(Throws up window, and leans out more and more till gradually only a small section of his legs remain on the stage)
ROSALINE (off).
Is this Mr. Tempenny's studio?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.