LULU. No. (Schwarz signs to her to go out, which she does, slyly smiling.)

LULU.

SCHWARZ. What was it you dreamt all last night?

SCHWARZ.

LULU. You've asked me that twice already, to-day.

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Rises, takes up the letters.) I tremble for news. Every day I fear the world may go to pieces. (Giving Lulu a letter.) For you.

SCHWARZ.

LULU. (Sniffs at the paper.) Madame Corticelli. (Hides it in her bosom.)

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Skimming a letter.) My Samaqueca-dancer sold—for fifty thousand marks!

SCHWARZ.

LULU. Who says that?

LULU.

SCHWARZ. Sedelmeier in Paris. That's the third picture since our marriage. I hardly know how to save myself from my luck!

SCHWARZ.

LULU. (Pointing to the letters.) There are more there.

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Opening an engagement announcement.) See. (Gives it to Lulu.)

SCHWARZ.

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