ROSALINE.
May I come in?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Enter pray. An idea has struck me. May I beg you to sit down a moment,—In a moment I shall be at your service.
ROSALINE sits. REMBRANDT TEMPENNY stares raptly before him as if lost in composition. (Business.) He starts up and rushes to small canvas, making violent sketch upon it. Then brushes his hand across his brow, and turns to her.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
I dared not lose it—my idea! Forgive me—I have it down now, it is saved. What can I do for you?
ROSALINE.
MR. Addison sent me. He said you wanted a model.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.