Oh, great Jupiter! This is too much! Can't you contain your emotion? I know it is very praiseworthy, but can't you bottle it up? How on earth am I to paint you while you keep going on like this.
(The street-door bell rings).
ROSALINE (joyously).
He! (She clasps her hands and listens.) My heart tells me so!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (disagreeably).
It ain't he—because he never rings. So your heart's told you a lie.
MRS. SYLVESTER (off).
Mr. Sylvester—is he in? Not in? What do you mean?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Snakes!—it's his Missus.