d be a hard one to make. If I may request Mrs. Goll to raise the
right hand a little higher.

LULU. (Grasps the crook as high as she can reach; to herself.) Who
would have thought that was possible!

SCHWARZ. I am quite ridiculous, you think?

LULU. He's coming right back.

SCHWARZ. I can do nothing but paint.

LULU. There he is!

SCHWARZ. (Rising.) Well?

LULU. Don't you hear?

SCHWARZ. Someone is coming....

LULU. I knew it.

SCHWARZ. It's the janitor. He's sweeping the stairs.

LULU. Thank heaven!

SCHWARZ. Do you perhaps accompany the doctor to his patients?

LULU. Everything =but= that.

SCHWARZ. Because, you are not accustomed to being alone.

LULU. We have a housekeeper at home.

SCHWARZ. She keeps you company?

LULU. She has a lot of taste.

SCHWARZ. What for?

LULU. She dresses me.

SCHWARZ. Do you go much to balls?

LULU. Never.

SCHWARZ. Then what do you need the dresses for?

LULU. For dancing.

SCHWARZ. You really dance?

LULU. Czardas ... Samaqueca ... Skirt-dance.

SCHWARZ. Doesn't--that--disgust you, then?

LULU. You find me ugly?

SCHWARZ. You don't understand me. But who gives you lessons then?

LULU. Him.

SCHWARZ. Who?

LULU. Him.

SCHWARZ. He?

LULU. He plays the violin--

SCHWARZ. Every day one learns something new of the world!

LULU. I learned in Paris. I took lessons from Eugenie Fougere. She let
me copy her costumes, too.

SCHWARZ. What are =they= like?

LULU. A little green lace skirt to the knee, all in ruffles,
low-necked, of course, very low-necked and awfully tight-laced. Bright
green petticoat, then brighter and brighter. Snow-white underclothes
with a hand's-breadth of lace....

SCHWARZ. I can no longer--

LULU. Then paint!

SCHWARZ. (Scraping the canvas.) Aren't you cold at all?

LULU. God forbid! No. What made you ask? Are you so cold?

SCHWARZ. Not to-day. No.

LULU. Praise God, one can breathe!

SCHWARZ. How so?... (Lulu takes a deep breath.) Don't do that, please!
(Springs up, throws away his palette and brushes, walks up and down.)
The boot-black only attends to her feet! His color doesn't eat into his
money, either. If I go without supper to-morrow, no little society lady
will ask me if I know anything about oyster-patties!

LULU. Is he going out of his head?

SCHWARZ. (Takes up his work again.) What ever drove the fellow to this
test!

LULU. I'd like it better, too, if he had stayed here.

SCHWARZ. We are truly