MADAM POTIPHAR. In the garden?
ASENATH. Yes.
Madam Potiphar comes to the window.
MADAM POTIPHAR. That—that is the slave we were speaking of. . . .
ASENATH. Joseph? . . . I wonder if it is the same one? . . .
MADAM POTIPHAR. Well—and what if it were?
ASENATH. He was really a very interesting young man. . . .
MADAM POTIPHAR. If you are so anxious to find out, why don't you go and talk to him?
ASENATH. (coolly) I think I shall.
She starts toward the door.