LULU. (_Merrily._) Meanwhile I'll bury my hands in your hair. (_She does so._) But here we'll be disturbed. ALVA. You have robbed me of my reason! LULU. Aren't you coming with me to-day? ALVA. But the old fellow's going with you! LULU. He won't turn up again.--Is not that the divan on which your father bled to death? ALVA. Be still. Be still.... CURTAIN. ACT II _A spacious salon in white stucco. In the rear-wall, between two high mirrors, a wide folding doorway showing in the rear room a big card-table surrounded by Turkish upholstered chairs. In the left wall two doors, the upper one to the entrance-hall, the lower to the dining-room. Between them a rococo-console with a white marble top, and above it Lulu's Pierrot-picture in a narrow gold frame let into the wall. Two other doors, right; near the lower one a small table. Wide and brightly-covered chairs stand about, with thin legs and fragile arms; and in the middle is a sofa of the same style (Louis XV.)._ _A large company is moving about the salon in lively conversation. The men--*Alva*, *Rodrigo*, Marquis *Casti-Piani*, Banker *Puntschu*, and Journalist *Heilmann*--are in evening dress. *Lulu* wears a white Directoire dress with huge sleeves and white lace falling freely from belt to feet. Her arms are in white kid gloves, her hair done high with a little tuft of white feathers. *Geschwitz* is in a bright blue hussar-waist trimmed with white fur and laced with silver braid, a tall tight collar with a white bow and stiff cuffs with huge ivory links. *Magelone* is in bright rainbow-colored shot silk with very wide sleeves, long narrow waist, and three ruffles of spiral rose-colored ribbons and violet bouquets. Her hair is parted in the middle and drawn low over her temples. On her forehead is a mother-of-pearl ornament, held by a fine chain under her hair. *Kadidia*, her daughter, twelve years old, has bright-green satin gaiters which yet leave visible the tops of her white silk socks, and a white-lace-covered dress with bright-green narrow sleeves, pearl-gray gloves, and free black hair under a big bright-green hat with white feathers. *Bianetta* is in dark-green velvet, the collar sewn with pearls, and a full skirt, its hem embroidered with great false topazes set in silver. *Ludmilla Steinherz* is in a glaring summer frock striped red and blue._ _Rodrigo stands, centre, a full glass in his hand._ RODRIGO. Ladies and gentlemen--I beg your pardon--please be quiet--I drink--permit me to drink--for this is the birthday party of our amiable hostess--(_taking Lulu's arm_) of Countess Adelaide d'Oubra--damned and done for!--I drink therefore----and so forth, go to it, ladies! (_All surround Lulu and clink with her. Alva presses Rodrigo's hand._) ALVA. I congratulate you. RODRIGO. I'm sweating like a roast pig. ALVA. (_To Lulu._) Let's see if everything's in order in the card-room. (_Alva and Lulu exeunt, rear. Bianetta speaks to Rodrigo._)