A really excellent advertisement. And what a fool you'd look! Come, come, you don't suppose your other Tempenny would have done you a work of this size for three hundred, do you? Nor as good either? No, no! As to the affair of yesterday, my wife was very much to blame—I am very angry with her. You see she has such curious ideas, and when she found you hidden in a cupboard with a paint-pot upset over you she thought it strange. It wasn't strange, of course—(airily) most natural thing in the world, but she couldn't see it.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
I felt very hurt to be so misunderstood. The only person who abbeared to have any zympathy for me was your model—the Miss Rosaline.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Nice girl! charming girl, isn't she? Full of feeling, and—I say, Schercl, you've made a conquest there, and no error.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
Nonsense—go away mid your rubbidge!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Well, you have, you know! She made an awful scene after you left—said you were the only man she ever saw look dignified with a pot of paint upset over him. It is a pity in one way she is so taken with you—I feel for her.
HENRICH SCHERCL (flattered).