SCHÖN--For Heaven’s sake don’t get excited! [LULU _falls on_ GOLL’S _neck and kisses him_.] DR. GOLL--They can see your undershirt. You must pull it lower. LULU--I would soonest have left it off. It only bothers me. DR. GOLL--He should be able to paint it out. LULU--[_Taking the shepherd’s crook that leans against the Spanish screen, and mounting the platform, to_ SCHÖN.] What would you say now, if you had to stand at attention for two hours? SCHÖN--I’d sell my soul to the devil for the chance to exchange with you. DR. GOLL--[_Sitting, left._] Come over here. Here is my post of observation. LULU--[_Plucking her left trouser-leg up to the knee, to_ SCHWARZ.] So? SCHWARZ--Yes.... LULU--[_Plucking it a thought higher._] So? SCHWARZ--Yes, yes.... DR. GOLL--[_To_ SCHÖN, _who has seated himself on the chair next him, with a gesture_.] I find that she shows up even better from here. LULU--[_Without stirring._] I beg pardon! I show up equally well from every side. SCHWARZ--[_To_ LULU.] The right knee further forward, please. SCHÖN--[_With a gesture._] The body does show finer lines perhaps. SCHWARZ--The lighting is at least half-way bearable to-day. DR. GOLL--Oh, you must throw on lots of it! Hold your brush a bit longer. SCHWARZ--Certainly, Dr. Goll. DR. GOLL--Treat her as a piece of still-life. SCHWARZ--Certainly, Doctor. [_To_ LULU.] You used to hold your head a wee mite higher, Mrs. Goll. LULU--[_Raising her head._] Paint my lips a little open. SCHÖN--Paint snow on ice. If you get warm doing that, then instantly your art gets inartistic! SCHWARZ--Certainly, Doctor. DR. GOLL--Art, you know, must so reproduce nature that one can get at least some =spiritual= enjoyment from it! LULU--[_Opening her mouth a little, to_ SCHWARZ.] So--look. I’ll hold it half opened, so. SCHWARZ--Every time the sun comes out, the wall opposite throws warm reflections in here. DR. GOLL--[_To_ LULU.] You must keep your pose and behave as if our Velasquez here were nonexistent. LULU--Well, a painter =isn’t= a man, anyway. SCHÖN--I don’t think you ought to judge the whole craft from nothing more than one notable exception. SCHWARZ--[_Stepping back from the easel._] However, I rather wish I had had to hire a different studio last fall. SCHÖN--[_To_ GOLL.] What I wanted to ask you--have you seen the little Murphy girl yet as a Peruvian pearl-fisher? DR. GOLL--I see her to-morrow for the fourth time. Prince Polossov took me. His hair has already got dark yellow again with delight. SCHÖN--So you find her quite fabulous, too. DR. GOLL--Who ever wants to judge of that beforehand? LULU--I think someone knocked. SCHWARZ--Pardon me a moment. [_Goes and opens the door._] DR. GOLL--[_To_ LULU.] You can safely smile at him less bashfully! SCHÖN--To him it means nothing at all. DR. GOLL--And if it did!--What are we two sitting here for? ALVA SCHÖN--[_Entering, still behind the Spanish screen._] May one come in? SCHÖN--My son!