Well then, I shall wait no longer—there is no need now. I shall call upon you, and settle our business together. Good-bye, miss, for the present. This is your daughter, I suppose?
HENRICH SCHERCL.
Eh—oh, yes, my youngest—my ewe lamb.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
I congratulate you. She is worthy to be a Princess.
ROSALINE (aside).
This man's a flyer! I thought he was a mild young mug, but he fairly takes the merry little bun!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Good day, sir. My time in London is short. If I cannot call upon you, I will ask you to come to me at Claridge's.
HENRICH SCHERCL.