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her he is in the studio of an artist friend. "What's going on?" As a boisterous girl beside him tousles him, he replies, "Oh, just a quiet little party with some friends," and gives an address, but is uncertain which side of the hall the studio is on. A Master of Revels enters carrying a girl swathed only in a veil. She strips by unwinding her veil upon a man who serves as a human spool. All the audience sees at the end is a close up of scampering bare feet.
Marie drives to the Montmartre address in her car, and knocks, by mistake, on the door of a studio now occupied by Jean, her old sweetheart, who has come to Paris to continue his art studies. Marie, Jean, and his mother (entering from the kitchen) each in turn exclaim, "Well!" They are stiff with embarrassment. "Time makes strangers of erstwhile friends and formality covers their real emotions." As Marie explains her accidental knocking, Jean asks her to sit down. Tea is brought by the mother. The talk is stiff, Jean comments upon her appearance, Marie comments on his paintings. (While here formality and small talk cover their emotions, in the other studio Pierre "rights" his way out of the revel.) At tea, as Marie unfolds her napkin, it turns out to be full of holes, causing further embarrassment. "Then it's understood you are to paint my portrait." Jean shows her to her luxurious limousine and, as it rolls away, Jean's agonized expression reveals his realization of what Marie has become.
The following morning Jean calls on Marie, to be studied by the departing Paulette. Marie tells Jean, "I have several dresses to choose from" and displays some of her gowns. As she lifts one, a collar of Pierre's falls out on the floor. As Jean examines the gown, Marie notices his mourning band. "Why, Jean, who are you in mourning for?" — "My father." — "When did he die?" — "The night you left."