ROSALINE (pointing R.).
He has gone in there.
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
What for? (Calling.) Tempenny! I say, Tempenny, I want you!
(Enter REMBRANDT TEMPENNY very nervously.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Ah—er—good morning, dear boy. What weather, eh? What weather we're having to be sure. (Aside to ROSALINE.) You malicious, base-hearted—(Shakes his fist at her.) Oh!
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Look here, you know, Tempenny, this won't do. You have no right to bring the girl here. I don't think it was at all friendly of you. I—I consider it a damned liberty of you in fact.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (shrinking).