SCHWARZ--I have done everything I could think of to induce at least some repose in her mood by my conversation during the sittings. SCHÖN--Then I understand the difference. [SCHWARZ _dips his brush in the oil and draws it over the features of the face_.] Do you think that makes it look more like her? SCHWARZ--We can do no more than take our art as scientifically as possible. SCHÖN--Tell me---- SCHWARZ--[_Stepping back._] The color had sunk in pretty well, too. SCHÖN--[_Looking at him._] Have you ever in your life loved a woman? SCHWARZ--[_Goes to the easel, puts a color on it, and steps back on the other side._] The dress hasn’t been given relief enough yet. We don’t rightly perceive yet that a living body is under it. SCHÖN--I make no doubt that the workmanship is good. SCHWARZ--If you’ll step this way.... SCHÖN--[_Rising._] You must have told her regular ghost-stories. SCHWARZ--As far back as you can. SCHÖN--[_Stepping back, knocks down the canvas that was leaning against the lower easel._] Excuse me---- SCHWARZ--[_Picking it up._] That’s all right. SCHÖN--[_Surprised._] What is that? SCHWARZ--Do you know her? SCHÖN--No. [SCHWARZ _sets the picture on the easel. It is of a lady dressed as Pierrot with a long shepherd’s crook in her hand._] SCHWARZ--A costume-picture. SCHÖN--But, really, you’ve succeeded with =her=. SCHWARZ--You know her? SCHÖN--No. And in that costume---- SCHWARZ--It isn’t nearly finished yet. [SCHÖN _nods_.] What would you have? While she is posing for me I have the pleasure of entertaining her husband. SCHÖN--What? SCHWARZ--We talk about art, of course,--to complete my good fortune! SCHÖN--But how did you come to make such a charming acquaintance? SCHWARZ--As they’re generally made. An ancient, tottering little man drops in on me here to know if I can paint his wife. Why, of course, were she as wrinkled as Mother Earth! Next day at ten prompt the doors fly open, and the fat-belly drives this little beauty in before him. I can feel even now how my knees shook. Then comes a sap-green lackey, stiff as a ramrod, with a package under his arm. Where is the dressing-room? Imagine my plight. I open the door there. [_Pointing left._] Just luck that everything was in order. The sweet thing vanishes into it, and the old fellow posts himself outside as a bastion. Two minutes later out she steps in this Pierrot. [_Shaking his head._] I never saw anything like it. [_He goes left and stares in at the bedroom._] SCHÖN--[_Who has followed him with his eyes._] And the fat-belly stands guard? SCHWARZ--[_Turning round._] The whole body in harmony with that impossible costume as if it had come into the world in it! Her way of burying her elbows in her pockets, of lifting her little feet from the rug,--the blood often shoots to my head.... SCHÖN--One can see that in the picture. SCHWARZ--[_Shaking his head._] People like us, you know---- SCHÖN--Here the model is mistress of the conversation.