Ha, ha, ha! Control yourself, Romeo, it's coming on.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
But according to our contract, it should be done in a week's time. If you disappoint me, my friend, we shall fall out again.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (aside).
It strikes me you'll be precious lucky if you get it at all. The infernal "contract" is the bane of my life. (Aloud.) All right, Schercl, I will push on with it—I want the other two hundred, you know. I shan't delay for my own sake. (Enter CHARLES SYLVESTER L.) Hallo, Charlie, how d'ye do. How are things at home?
HENRICH SCHERCL.
I see another of yesterday's gulprits. However I have forgiven you.
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
That's all right. (Aside to REMBRANDT TEMPENNY:) Rosaline's downstairs—wanting to see you. Where is your wife?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.