HENRICH SCHERCL.
What is your name, my dear? (Gives her light).
ROSALINE.
Rosaline—you may call me "Rosie" if you like.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
May I—why? (Chuckles).
ROSALINE.
Well, I was struck by your demeanour, and to tell your Royal Highness the truth I have never done business with such a nice gentleman as you before.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
Ha, ha, ha! You are a sharp girl too! You are too good to go to India to be a slave. You could do better in London.