Magic of a premiere evening. The Divine actress has just left the stage, her arms laden with roses. In a corner of her dressing room is a vase overflowing with bunches of Jasmine. Sublime in a dress designed for her by the leading couturier, she is looking at herself absent-mindedly in a large mirror, when she sees a posy of violets on her dressing table. Touched, she presses this anonymous tribute against her heart, then goes out, leaving a scented trail of musk and amber.