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I want some money, Rembrandt.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_disconcerted._)
Eh? Oh! (_To_ MRS. SYLVESTER.) And working hard I have no doubt.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
I believe so--he is out all day.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Admirable--what industry!
MRS. TEMPENNY.
(_Aside to_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.) Rembrandt, I want some money--have you got a couple of pounds you can let me have?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_affecting not to hear_).
The hardest working people under the sun are artists, I always say so.
Hard worked--hard worked! (_Fills his pipe_).
MRS. SYLVESTER.
May I look round your studio, Mr. Tempenny?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_waving his hand_).
Charmed, positively!
(MRS. SYLVESTER _moves up_.)
MRS. TEMPENNY (_insistently_).
Rembrandt, all the neighbourhood knows the butcher summoned us, and none of the tradespeople will serve us with anything unless we pay cash.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Well, we're going out to dinner.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
Oh, you drive me wild with your improvident, Bohemian ways. There's to-morrow.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Sufficient for the day is the dinner thereof. Don't be greedy.
MRS. SYLVESTER (_looking round_).
You have sold most of your canva.s.ses, I see, Mr. Tempenny.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_aside_).
I thought she wouldn't find the gallery extensive, I must really do something to-day, I must indeed! (_Aloud_.) Sold? Yes, yes. I am starting on a fresh commission now. There's a little sketch up there you may fancy;--a mere impression, but full of tenderness, I think, and rapture.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Rapture?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
It is the newest word by which we explain the inexplicable. "Rapture!"
It says everything, does it not?
MRS. SYLVESTER (_vaguely_).
Yes--yes, indeed.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_aside_).
I made it up myself on the spot.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
(_Laying her hand on his arm earnestly_). Rembrandt--
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Yes, dear, I know what you're going to say. The other tradespeople know we haven't paid the butcher and you want two pounds. I'll give it you this evening--(_Aside_.) If I can borrow it.
MRS. SYLVESTER (_coming down_).
Then we shall see you this evening at seven sharp, Mr. Tempenny? I am going to take Eugenia round to the house with me now, to spend the afternoon. You'll find her there when you come.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Good. (_Aside_.) I wish they'd go! (_Aloud_.) You don't mean to run away yet?
MRS. SYLVESTER (_doubtfully_).
I think so.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_with alacrity_).
Well, if you really must--
(_Opens door_ D.F.)
