REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

You do not advise me then to see this Mr. Tempenny, or the other painters whose names I have?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Certainly not, your Royal Highness.  Let me arrange everything.  Here’s my card—­Heinrich Schercl, 41 Golden Square.

ROSALINE.

(Aside to HENRICH SCHERCL).  Look here, what am I to have for this.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Aside to ROSALINE).  For what?

ROSALINE.

(Aside to HENRICH SCHERCL).  I can queer your pitch.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Aside to ROSALINE).  We will talk later—­we will talk later.  Don’t bother me!

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

My dear Mr. Schercl, I am delighted to have met you.  You are quite confident you can fill my galleries?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

With genuine works of art. (Aside.) Poor Gamboge died last week; I am sure he hasn’t sold more than three pictures during the last ten years—­I can get the lot cheap.  Only there must be 200 at least.  What with all the other stony devils I can lay hands on, I’ll soon decorate the old josser’s walls.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

Well then, I shall wait no longer—­there is no need now.  I shall call upon you, and settle our business together.  Good-bye, miss, for the present.  This is your daughter, I suppose?

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Eh—­oh, yes, my youngest—­my ewe lamb.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

I congratulate you.  She is worthy to be a Princess.

ROSALINE (aside).

This man’s a flyer!  I thought he was a mild young mug, but he fairly takes the merry little bun!

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

Good day, sir.  My time in London is short.  If I cannot call upon you, I will ask you to come to me at Claridge’s.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

Charmed, your Royal Highness.  I shall be entirely at your disposition.

REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.

That is well.

(Exit R.  SCHERCL and ROSALINE salaam).

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Skipping with ecstasy).  Jampagne!  Little girl, I will stand you jampagne to zelebrate the deal.

ROSALINE.

Good biz! (Opens L.D. and calls).  Here Mary, Matilda, Susan, or whatever your name is, you’re wanted.

HENRICH SCHERCL.

And you are a very charming girl, that is a fact. (Lighting a cigarette).  I think I must give you a sovereign, yes?

ROSALINE.

I don’t mind if I do. (Taking cigarette from his case).  A “sovereign?” What are you talking about?  My commission on this is a tenner—­and I’m cheap at that!

(Enter SARAH ANN L.)

HENRICH SCHERCL.

(Giving her money).  Fetch me a bottle of jampagne, and bring two glasses, eh?