REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (very flustered).
Oh I say—look here, you know—? (Aside.) This is the devil and all—Charlie will never forgive me! (Aloud.) My dear good girl, he isn't your "own," I assure you he isn't. There is a Mrs. Sylvester, as you know very well. (Aside.) If he comes in and finds her here, there's an end of all my sittings. What a piece of infernal luck to be sure!
ROSALINE (resolutely).
Where is he?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (sullenly).
I don't know—I suppose he is at home.
ROSALINE.
Fetch him then—let me see his dear face again.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
What???