ROSALINE.
(Coquettishly). Think so?
HENRICH SCHERCL.
You shall have a slave of your own—a slave who would love you.
ROSALINE.
It sounds very well. In the meantime what about the tenner?
HENRICH SCHERCL.
(Taking out his notebook). You shall have it. There! Will you give me a kiss for that, my Rosie, with your rosy-posy lips?
(Enter SARAH ANN L. with champagne and glasses).
ROSALINE.