ROSALINE (with a shriek).
Oh, my heart! This is fate!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (alarmed.)
I beg your pardon? Don't go off like that. What's the matter?
ROSALINE.
It is He—He who—! Oh, I am going to faint.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
No,—no, for goodness' sake, don't do that. What do you mean by "he?" Here, I say, compose yourself.
ROSALINE.
It is the man I love. The finger of Fate is in it. Where is he? Bring him to me! Charlie, my own!