He has gone in there.
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
What for? (_Calling_.) Tempenny! I say, Tempenny, I want you!
(_Enter_ REMBRANDT TEMPENNY _very nervously_.)
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Ah--er--good morning, dear boy. What weather, eh? What weather we're
having to be sure. (_Aside to_ ROSALINE.) You malicious,
base-hearted--(_Shakes his fist at her_.) Oh!
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Look here, you know, Tempenny, this won't do. You have no right to
bring the girl here. I don't think it was at all friendly of you. I--I
consider it a damned liberty of you in fact.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_shrinking_).
I was afraid you would be vexed, but don't be cross, dear old man;
don't be "put out" about it. (_Trying to laugh_.) There are worse
troubles at sea, as they say--worse troubles at sea!
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
(_With rising indignation_.) But I _am_ put out. Damn the sea--what's
that got to do with it. Mrs. Sylvester has been in and seen her, I
understand? You have served me a very shabby trick, Tempenny--I am very
sorry about it!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
(_Still trying to laugh it off_.) All comes out in the wash, old
chap--all comes out in the wash, I assure you! (_Slaps him on the
shoulder_.)
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Don't do that--I don't like it!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_nervously_).
Ha, ha, ha! (_Does it again_.)
CHARLES SYLVESTER (_shouting_).
Don't!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_collapsing_).
All right, I won't.
ROSALINE (_advancing_).
Charlie!
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Don't call me "Charlie"--I don't like it.
ROSALINE.
Once--
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Well, then, I don't like it twice--do you hear! This is all your fault,
Tempenny. You have got me into a pretty mess upon my word. My wife
won't believe me, and I shall never hear the end of it.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
And what about mine?
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Yours?
ROSALINE.
Yes, she has gone to tell her.
CHARLES SYLVESTER (_roaring with laughter_).
Ha, ha, ha!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_miserably_).
Remarkably funny, isn't it?
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Ha, ha, ha!
ROSALINE.
Ha, ha, ha!
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
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