MADAM POTIPHAR. (shocked) Asenath! You, a daughter of the High
Priest of Heliopolis—
ASENATH. As such, I am quite accustomed to doing as I please.
She goes out.
MADAM POTIPHAR. (looking amusedly after her) Silly little thing! (She stands there thinking.) There's no doubt of it! Joseph did come from Heliopolis last year. But what have I to be afraid of? (She sees a pair of sandals on the floor by the table. She picks one of them up, and kisses it passionately, whispering)—Joseph!
Enter Potiphar. Madam Potiphar puts the sandal behind her back.
POTIPHAR. (a dull, dignified gentleman) Oh, here's where you are! I was looking everywhere for you. But where's your cousin?
MADAM POTIPHAR. She will be back in a moment. I brought her here to show her the educated slave of whom you are so proud, at work. But he is away somewhere, as usual.
POTIPHAR. (defensively) He has other duties.
MADAM POTIPHAR. Oh, yes, no doubt!
POTIPHAR. What's the matter now?