But—but Rembrandt's life is also circumspect.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Poor child.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
You pity me?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Horribly. To be married to a painter—what a fate! To have a husband who is shut up alone all day with a creature who—who wears—
MRS. TEMPENNY.
Rembrandt's models do—.
MRS. SYLVESTER.