H SCHERCL.
Who is the friend in whose studio you vork?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Eh? In Mr. Sylvester's--Charles Sylvester. You should hear him talk
about it. By Jove, he does think a lot of it. I blush to repeat what he
says. He considers it magnificent.
(_Enter_ SYLVESTER.)
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Afternoon, Rembrandt. Ah, Mr. Schercl, how-d'ye do.
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
Sylvester himself--the devil. (_Aloud_.) Dear old man, we were talking
of you! I was just telling Mr. Schercl what you are kind enough to say
of "Susannah."
(_Kicks him aside_.)
HENRICH SCHERCL.
You think it goot, Mr. Sylvester, yes?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
He thinks it superb, so far as it has gone.
(_Kicks him again_.)
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
What's that? Who is "Susannah?"
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY.
"Who is Susannah!" (_With a sickly laugh_.) What a chap to chaff you
are. "Who is Susannah?" Ha, ha, ha.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
But in pusiness I do not like the chokes. Let us be serious if you
please. What is your opinion, Mr. Sylvester, of the vork?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_desperately_).
Yes, I quite agree with you, Mr. Schercl, I quite agree--there is a
time for all things. Tell Mr. Schercl what you think of it, Charlie,
do.
(_Kicks him savagely_.)
CHARLES SYLVESTER (_aside to_ TEMPENNY).
You'll break my ankle directly, hang you. What do you want?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_aside to_ SYLVESTER).
Intelligence. I'll break your neck in another minute, you born fool!
(_Aloud suavely_.) Mr. Schercl is naturally anxious to hear how the
picture he had given me a commission for is getting along. I was
telling him how much you think of it but he would like to hear your
views from your own mouth.
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
Oh--oh!--now I know what you're talking about! Well, I have a very high
opinion of the work indeed, Mr. Schercl--a very high opinion. (_Aside
to_ TEMPENNY.) What's the subject?
REMBRANDT TEMPENNY (_aside to_ SYLVESTER).
"Susannah before the Elders"--pitch it strong.
CHARLES SYLVESTER.
The conception of Susannah, and in fact the entire treatment if I may
say so, is bold in the extreme. He makes a school, our friend here. You
will be surprised when you see the work, and impressed.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
Vell, we will make the abbointment soon, Mr. Tempenny. I am sorry I
could not see it to-day. So I shall be imbressed? That is goot.
Gootday, gentlemen. We will make the abbointment very soon.
(_Exit_ SCHERCL.)
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