DR. GOLL. Hm.... You know, I have no children. DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. But you've only been married a couple of months. SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. Thanks, I don't want any. DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. (Having taken out his cigarette-case.) Have a cigarette? SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. (Helps himself.) I've plenty to do with this one. (To Schwarz.) Say, what's your little danseuse doing now? DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. (Turning round on Schwarz.) You and a danseuse? SCHÖN. SCHWARZ. The lady was sitting for me at that time only as a favor. I made her acquaintance on a flying trip of the Cecilia Society. SCHWARZ. DR. GOLL. (To Schön.) Hm.... I think we're getting a change of weather. DR. GOLL. [Page 17] SCHÖN. The toilet isn't going so quickly, is it? [Page 17] SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. It's going like lightning! Woman has got to be a virtuoso in her job. So must we all, each in his job, if life isn't to turn to beggary. (Calls.) Hop, Nellie!
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