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
It's nearly four o'clock.
JOE
Just a minute--the light's fine, and I want to finish.
SILVIA
Yes, I know, but he may be here any minute.
JOE
Tea on?
SILVIA
Yes.
JOE
Well, that'll keep him while I get ready. That's mostly what they came
for, anyhow.
SILVIA
But he's different. He isn't a Cook's tourist--
JOE
No, he's a relative!
SILVIA
You wouldn't say that if one of _your_ family dropped in. Besides, I've
never even seen him. And he's something of a collector, Joe. He _buys_
pictures.
JOE
So I hear. The last thing he bought was a Bougereau!
SILVIA
Well, he's a _relative_ ... and when he sees your last things!
JOE
Um.... There, it's all done.
SILVIA
I'm crazy to see it, Joe, but run up and get ready. _Sh!_ (_A knock at the
door.
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