MADAM POTIPHAR. You could hardly tear yourself away, could you?
POTIPHAR. (with a patient smile) And are you ready for your chariot ride now?
ASENATH. Oh, yes! I am so eager to see the city! But I fear my hair needs a touch or two, first. . . .
MADAM POTIPHAR. It is so hard to keep one's hair in order when one walks in the garden. I will take you to my room, dear Asenath. (To Potiphar) We shall be ready presently.
POTIPHAR. The horses are waiting!
ASENATH. It won't take me but a moment!
MADAM POTIPHAR. Come, my dear. (They go toward the door.) I am so glad you liked our garden—
They go out.
POTIPHAR. (turning to Joseph) What were you going to say, Joseph?
JOSEPH. You asked me about my accounts. I was about to suggest that I show them to you tonight, when you return from your ride.