LULU. ALVA. (Kisses her.) Your lips have got pretty thin, anyway. ALVA. LULU. Come! (Pushes him into a chair and seats herself on his knee.) Do you shudder at me?—In Hotel Ox-butter we all got a luke-warm bath every four weeks. The wardresses took that opportunity to search our pockets as soon as we were in the water. (She kisses him passionately.) LULU. ALVA. Oh, oh! ALVA. LULU. You're afraid that when I'm away you couldn't write any more poems about me? [Pg 27] LULU. [Pg 27] ALVA. On the contrary, I shall write a dithyramb upon thy glory. ALVA. LULU. I'm only sore about the hideous shoes I'm wearing. LULU. ALVA. They do not encroach upon your charms. Let us be thankful for the favor of this moment. ALVA. LULU. I don't feel at all like that to-day.—Do you remember the costume ball where I was dressed like a knight's squire? How those wine-full women ran after me that time? Geschwitz crawled round, round my feet, and begged me to step on her face with my cloth shoes. LULU. ALVA. Come, dear heart! ALVA.
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