A studio on the Rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs. There is a small entrance hall, kitchenette, and a balcony before which curtains are drawn. It is a winter afternoon, and a young man is busy at an easel placed close beside the north light. A young woman arranges tea things on the table.
Silvia
Joe.
Joe
Um.
Silvia
Joe!
Joe
Um—um! (She walks over, draws his watch from his pocket and shows him the time)
Silvia