Well, then, I don't like it twice—do you hear! This is all your fault, Tempenny. You have got me into a pretty mess upon my word. My wife won't believe me, and I shall never hear the end of it.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
And what about mine?
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Yours?
ROSALINE.
Yes, she has gone to tell her.
CHARLES SYLVESTER (roaring with laughter).
Ha, ha, ha!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (miserably).