LULU. (In the tone with which one quiets a restless child.) Quietly! I shot your father. LULU. ALVA. I do not love thee less for that. One kiss! ALVA. LULU. Bend your head back. (She kisses him with deliberation.) LULU. ALVA. You hold back the fire of my soul with the most dexterous art. And your breast breathes so virginly too. Yet if it weren't for your two great, dark, childish eyes, I must needs have thought you the cunningest whore that ever hurled a man to destruction. ALVA. LULU. (In high spirits.) Would God I were! Come over the border with us to-day! Then we can see each other as often as we will, and we'll get more pleasure from each other than now. LULU. ALVA. Through this dress I feel your body like a symphony. These slender ankles, this cantabile. This rapturous crescendo. And these knees, this capriccio. And the powerful andante of lust!—How peacefully these two slim rivals press against each other in the consciousness that neither equals the other in beauty—till their capricious mistress wakes up and the rival lovers separate [Pg 28] like the two hostile poles. I shall sing your praises so that your senses shall whirl! ALVA. [Pg 28] LULU. (Merrily.) Meanwhile I'll bury my hands in your hair. (She does so.) But here we'll be disturbed. LULU. ALVA. You have robbed me of my reason! ALVA. LULU. Aren't you coming with me to-day?
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