ROSALINE.

How funny to be left alone like this, isn’t it, I really called to know when Mr. Tempenny proposed to continue the sittings.  Do you know?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

No, I have no idea.  But I am very glad you called—­our conversation yesterday was so inderrupted.

ROSALINE.

Yes, and we were getting on so nicely too, weren’t we?  Do you like my new hat?  I bought it out of the tenner you gave me.  What do you think of the bow—­isn’t it a duck?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

You do not sit to Mr. Tempenny in a hat, I think.

ROSALINE.

In a—?  Oh no, not in—.  The subject is classical.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Zo I understand (he sighs).

ROSALINE (sighing).

Ah!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Why do you sigh?  You are not happy?

ROSALINE.

Did I sigh?  I was thinking.

HENRICH SCHERCL (sighing).

Heigho!

ROSALINE.

But now it is you who sighs.  Aren’t you happy?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

I alzo, I was thinking.

ROSALINE.

Of what?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

If I was to tell you, you would call me “sentimental old fool.”

ROSALINE.

Not old.  Never a fool. (With sudden persuasiveness.) Tell me!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

I was thinking then, of you.

ROSALINE.

Of little me?  What of me.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

I was wishing I was this Mr. Tempenny.

ROSALINE.

Why? (Realising reason, and covering her face bashfully.) Oh!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

I mean you go to him every day, and your zociety is very fascinating. 
That is all.

ROSALINE.

Of course, if you were Mr. Tempenny, you would see more of me.  I should have said you would see me “oftener.”

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Heigho!

ROSALINE.

Heigho!

HENRICH SCHERCL.

The little that I have seen has made a great impression on me,
Rosie—­I shall never forget your face.

ROSALINE.

Really?

HENRICH SCHERCL (eagerly).

Yes, yes, really—­it is true.

ROSALINE.

I am only a model, you know—­a poor girl.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

You are a model of perfection.  I zympathise with you.

ROSALINE.

You do not think the less of me because?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

I assure you I think of you the more.  Nevertheless I do not like the idea.

ROSALINE.

And why?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

You must find it zo chilly in the winter.

ROSALINE.

I have got used to it.  And besides I am fortunately of a warm temperament.  The wind is tempered to the shorn lamb.