She does. Have no fear for the result. (Paints hard.) Now, talk to me while I work—no movement, mind! Just words. I love the music of your voice. It soothes and blesses me. The gossip of the market-place, for instance?
Lucia
(Quickly.) Ah, well, then the Eros will interest you—the one we coveted so.… It’s gone from the merchant’s booth at last.
Paulo
Our Grecian Eros! Our little statue! I shall miss it. I wonder who bought it. Or has it flown back to Samos, starved with yearning, on our summer wind? Some day we’ll follow it. Greece! Glorious mother of artists! My heart lies there—sometimes, I almost think, my memory too. (Pause.) Who bought our Eros? Did you hear that as well?
Lucia
The critics say that in your art Greece has come back to life again.
Paulo
Who bought it, Lucia? Your head to the right a little—so.
Lucia