(Based on an old legend)
A Room in the East. Some time ago. A Man and a Woman having supper.
She. You eat heartily, my pomegranate.
He. Yes, I am hungry. And I am happy, for is it not our bridal feast?
She. That reminds me. There is something I want to tell you. As a matter of fact I meant to tell you before, but I have been so busy buying clothes.
He. Oh, what is that? Pass the salt.
She (passing). The fact is, you are not my first husband; at least, not exactly.
He. How do you mean?
She. As a matter of fact you are the—the first but five.
He (working it out). I see. I take it the others are away from home.