CHARLES SYLVESTER.

Like this? (Salaams.)

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

That’s it, only more so.  And mind, if he wants to see Susannah, you don’t let him look at it.  It’s only just begun.  How do I look?

ROSALINE.

You look like a Guy Fawkes.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

Dear child! how pretty she talks!  Where did you originally find such a treasure?

(Enter HENRICH SCHERCL L.)

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Ah, Mr. Sylvester, how do you do?  Where is Mr. Tempenny?  I hoped to see him.

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

He has been compelled to go out on most important business.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

The business of you gentlemen is always “most important” excepting when it concerns them that find you the wherewithal. (Aside.) What a nice girl!

(ROSALINE smiles at him.)

CHARLES SILVESTER.

I don’t think, my dear Schercl, that you have much cause to complain. 
You don’t lose by us; now confess!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

My dear sir, if I lost by you how do you think I should garry on my business?  One must live.  But you artists don’t give us much chance.  You are always bleeding us for what you call “a bit on aggount.”

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (coming down).

Your conversation is very interesting, but I wish to see Mr. Tempenny. 
He is not here, and if he is not coming I shall go.  Allah Bismillah
Remdazzlegefoo!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Aside to CHARLES SYLVESTER.) What does he say?

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

(Aside to HENRICH SCHERCL.) He’s swearing because Tempenny is out.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

I wanted to buy some of his great works.  The Maharajah of Battledore told me that he was one of your most favourite painters.

ROSALINE (aside).

Good old Rembrandt Tempenny.  What larks!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Aside to CHARLES SYLVESTER.) Let me deal with this sportsman.

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

(Aside to HENRICH SCHERCL.) Bosh, why should you?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Do you want to sell your “Battle of Agincourt?”

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

Of course I do.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

How much?

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

Two hundred—­you know that!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

A hundred ready?

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

Yes.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

You will have a jeque to-night.

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

On your word?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

On my word.

CHARLES SYLVESTER.

An open one?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Yes, my dear young friend.  Now oblige me by skipping.

CHARLES SYLVESTER.