[Exit.
[Lucia mounts the model’s throne and stands, arranging her drapery, as Paulo enters.
Paulo
(Breathless; carries roses.) Only two! They were so dear. I have not your skill in bargains. (Holds out roses.) We must make them do. (Kisses her.) Have I been very long? I had to go nearly to the Zucca.
Lucia
Two roses added to our love makes a whole garden. And one day soon you shall lack nothing the work needs. (Tenderly.) Oh, Paulo, beloved, by rights everything should be yours now. There is not a painter in Italy who comes near you.
Paulo
(Quietly.) I shall win the Competition. We shall have plenty then.
Lucia
(Lower.) Your art needs it now. (Sighs.) I am so useless to you—and yet——