SCHWARZ. What are they like?

SCHWARZ.

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....

LULU.

SCHWARZ. I can no longer—

SCHWARZ.

LULU. Then paint!

LULU.

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

SCHWARZ.

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

LULU.

SCHWARZ. Not to-day. No.

SCHWARZ.

LULU. Praise God, one can breathe!

LULU.

SCHWARZ. How so?... (Lulu takes a deep breath.) [Page 25] 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!

SCHWARZ.

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LULU. Is he going out of his head?

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