ROSALINE.
I was playing with the idol, that is all.
(REMBRANDT TEMPENNY wags his head mechanically.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (aside).
This is a dignified position for a husband and a ratepayer!—the butt of a bad girl!
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Your frivolity will avail you nothing. If you were indeed brought here by a friend of Mr. Sylvester's, I can guess who he is. His name is Tempenny, and I shall enquire into the matter at once. (Going.)
ROSALINE.
Of course his name is Tempenny—I never denied it.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY and MRS. SYLVESTER (aside).