At this moment Joseph drops the coin from his hand, and it rolls away. Joseph starts, looks after it, and goes across the room to pick it up.
JOSEPH. One must take care of the small coins!
MADAM POTIPHAR. (angrily) Oh!
She flings off to the window, Joseph returns and seats himself on the little stool at the nearer end of the table, with a papyrus in front of him. He reads it in silence. Madam Potiphar comes and seats herself on the table, and looks down at him. He continues to study the papyrus. She leans over to see what he is doing, and then, as he pays no attention, she turns so that she is reclining prone along its length, facing him, her chin in her hands, one foot idly waving in the air.
MADAM POTIPHAR. (gently) Am I bothering you?
JOSEPH. Not at all.
MADAM POTIPHAR. I like to watch you work.
JOSEPH. I don't mind.
MADAM POTIPHAR. You are very interesting to look at, do you know?
JOSEPH. (absently) Yes, I know.