DETECTIVE. In the name of the law--I arrest you! CASTI-PIANI. (_Following him, bored._) What sort of nonsense is that? *That* isn't the right one! CURTAIN. ACT III _An attic room, without windows, but with two sky-lights, under one of which stands a bowl filled with rain-water. Down right, a door thru a board partition into a sort of cubicle under the slanting roof. Near it, a wobbly flower-table with a bottle and a smoking oil-lamp on it. Upper right, a worn-out couch. Door centre; near it, a chair without a seat. Down left, below the entrance door, a torn gray mattress. None of the doors can shut tight._ _The rain beats on the roof. Schigolch in a long gray overcoat lies on the mattress; Alva on the couch, wrapped in a plaid whose straps still hang on the wall above him._ SCHIGOLCH. The rain's drumming for the parade. ALVA. Cheerful weather for her first appearance! I dreamt just now we were dining together at Olympia. Bianetta was still with us. The table-cloth was dripping on all four sides with champagne. SCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya. And I was dreaming of a Christmas pudding. (_Lulu appears, back, barefoot, in a torn black dress, but with her hair falling to her shoulders._) Where have you been? Curling your hair first? ALVA. She only does that to revive old memories. LULU. If one could only get warmed, just a little, from one of you! ALVA. Will you enter barefoot on your pilgrimage? SCHIGOLCH. The first step always costs all kinds of moaning and groaning. Twenty years ago it was no whit better, and what she has learned since then! The coals only have to be blown. When she's been at it a week, not ten locomotives will hold her in our miserable attic. ALVA. The bowl is running over. LULU. What shall I do with the water? ALVA. Pour it out the window. (_Lulu gets up on the chair and empties the bowl thru the sky-light._) LULU. It looks as if the rain would let up at last. SCHIGOLCH. Your wasting the time when the clerks go home after supper. LULU. Would to God I were lying somewhere where no step would wake me any more! ALVA. Would I were, too! Why prolong this life? Let's rather starve to death together this very evening in peace and concord! Is it not the last stage now? LULU. Why don't *you* go out and get us something to eat? You've never earned a penny in your whole life! ALVA. In this weather, when no one would kick a dog from his door? LULU. But me! I, with the little blood I have left in my limbs, I am to stop your mouths! ALVA. I don't touch a farthing of the money! SCHIGOLCH. Let her go, just! I long for one more Christmas pudding; then I've had enough. ALVA. And I long for one more beefsteak and a cigarette; then die! I was just dreaming of a cigarette, such as has never yet been smoked! SCHIGOLCH. She'll see us put an end to before her eyes, before doing herself a little pleasure.