Rembrandt, I must come up. Something is the matter.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
No, no, no. Go home, and see the tradespeople, catch! (Takes out the two sovereigns, and runs to window again: in his excitement he throws with the wrong hand—throwing out key.) Good Lord! I've thrown her the key. (Leans out of the window.) She is coming upstairs. Skip inside there till she goes. Hurry! (Motions ROSALINE off R.)
ROSALINE (scornfully).
Wives, wives, wives!
(Exit Rosaline.)
MRS. TEMPENNY.
Rembrandt! Why did you keep me waiting—there's a sheriff's officer on his way here with a warrant. He has been at the house, and the servant ran round to Sylvester's to tell me. You must escape.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Escape?