REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (in terror).
Ought he! I won't be seen here—I can't. She is a friend of my wife's. I won't be found in your company. I'm a moral man, and she knows you.
ROSALINE (indignantly).
What?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Here, hi, I will be a lay-figure. By George, I've got it—I will be the Mandarin, see!
(He disguises himself with Rosaline's assistance as a Mandarin, and sits cross-legged at back, wagging his head.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
How is that?
ROSALINE.