Fehrendorf painted me as a pillar saint. I am standing on a Corinthian capital. Fehrendorf, I tell you, is a gibbering idiot. The last time, I trod on one of his tubes. He wiped his brush on my hair. I fetched him a box on the ear. He threw his palette at my head. I upset the easel. He chased me all about the studio, over divans, tables and chairs, with his mahlstick. Behind the stove stood a sketch;----Be good or I'll tear it! He swore amnesty, and--and then kissed me promptly and frightfully, frightfully, I tell you. MORITZ. Where do you spend the night when you stop in town? ILSE. Yesterday we were at Nohl's.----The day before with Bojokewitsch--Sunday with Oikonomopulos. We had champagne at Padinsky's. Valabregez had sold his “Woman Dead of the Pest.” Adolar drank out of the ash tray. Lenz sang the “Child's Murderer,” and Adolar pounded the guitar out of shape. I was so drunk they had to put me to bed.----Do you go to school yet, Moritz? MORITZ. No, no,----I take my leave of it this quarter. ILSE. You are right. Ah, how time passes when one earns money!----Do you remember how we used to play robbers?----Wendla Bergmann and you and I and the others, when you used to come out in the evening and drink warm goat's milk at our house?----What is Wendla doing? I haven't seen her since the flood----What is Melchi Gabor doing?----Does he seem as deep thinking as ever?----We used to stand opposite each other during singing. MORITZ. He philosophizes. ILSE. Wendla came to see us a while ago and brought Mother some presents. I sat that day for Isidor Landauer. He needed me for the Holy Mary, the Mother of God, with the Christ Child. He is a ninny and disagreeable. Hu, like a weathercock!----Have you a katzenjammer? MORITZ. From last night!----We soaked like hippopotami. I staggered home at five o'clock. ILSE. One need only to look at you.----Were there any girls there? MORITZ. Arabella, the beer nymph, an Andalusian. The landlord let all of us spend the whole night alone with her. ILSE. One only need look at you, Moritz!----I don't know what a katzenjammer's like. During the last carnival I went three days and three nights without going to bed or taking my clothes off. From the ball to the café, noon at Bellavista; evenings, Tingle-Tangle; night, to the ball. Lena was there, and the fat Viola.----The third night Heinrich found me. MORITZ. Had he been looking for you? ILSE.