One cannot blame you.
ROSALINE.
I felt you would say that. (Presses her handkerchief to her eyes.) It was cruel.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
But in my case you will not be troubled by my wife. The sittings won't take place here, and so she will not see you.
ROSALINE.
How is that?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Well, it is very odd, but Mrs. Tempenny has the same objection to models that you have to wives. It is ridiculous, in fact it is wicked of her, but I find it best to humour her prejudices. Will you go to-morrow to Sycamore Place, Number five?
ROSALINE.