REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
I've a good mind to bundle you out neck and crop, I can tell you. That woman has gone off to complain to my wife. Here, get me out of these things. (He divests himself of the Chinese wig and costume.) I think I had better go. I don't know how I'll do the picture—I'll never do the picture. I think you had better go—if Charlie Sylvester finds you here after this, he will murder you.
CHARLES SYLVESTER (off).
Tempenny!—Tempenny—are you upstairs?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (agitated).
He! Oh, I say, you know—don't yer know—this is awful!
ROSALINE (rapturously).
I know his voice.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (dancing with terror).
Yes, so do I! He'll kill you—I warn you he will make a corse of you—or me. I won't meet him. I can't. Get rid of him for the Lord's sake—I'll hide in there till he has gone.