A German dining-room, with a rectangular dinner-table occupying the middle of the floor. A huge wardrobe stands at the right. There is an oven of glazed bricks.
The door in the background stands open, disclosing a landscape with vineyards, above which appears a church spire.
At the left is a door papered like the rest of the wait. A travelling-bag is placed on a chair by the wardrobe.
The WIFE is writing at the table, on which lie a bunch of flowers and a pair of gloves.
HUSBAND. [Entering] Good morning—although it's noon already. Did you sleep well?
WIFE. Splendidly, considering the circumstances.
HUSBAND. Yes, we might have broken away a little earlier from that party last night....
WIFE. I seem to remember that you made the same remark a number of times during the night....
HUSBAND. [Playing with the flowers] Do you really remember that much?
WIFE. I remember also that you got mad because I sang too much.... Please don't spoil my flowers!
HUSBAND. Which previously belonged to the Captain, I suppose?
WIFE. Yes, and which probably belonged to the gardener before the florist got them. But now they are mine.