SCHÖN--[_Kicking against the door._] Walter! ALVA--Shall I run against it? SCHÖN--I can do that. Who may be coming now? [_Standing up._] That’s what it is to enjoy life and let others take the consequences! LULU--[_Coming back with a kitchen-ax._] Henriette has come home. SCHÖN--Shut the door behind you. ALVA--Give it here. [_Takes the ax and pounds with it between the jamb and the lock._] SCHÖN--You must hold it nearer the end. ALVA--It’s cracking-- [_The lock gives_; ALVA _lets the ax fall and staggers back. Pause._] LULU--[_To_ SCHÖN, _pointing to the door_.] After you. [SCHÖN _flinches, drops back_.] Are you getting--dizzy? [SCHÖN _wipes the sweat from his forehead and goes in_.] ALVA--[_From the couch._] Ghastly! LULU--[_Stopping in the doorway, finger on lips, cries out sharply._] Oh! Oh! [_Hurries to_ ALVA.] I can’t stay here. ALVA--Horrible! LULU--[_Taking his hand._] Come. ALVA--Where to? LULU--I can’t be alone. [_Goes out with_ ALVA, _right_. SCHÖN _comes back, a bunch of keys in his hand, which shows blood. He pulls the door to, behind him, goes to the writing-table, opens it, and writes two notes._] ALVA--[_Coming back, right._] She’s changing her clothes. SCHÖN--She has gone? ALVA--To her room. She’s changing her clothes. [SCHÖN _rings_. HENRIETTE _comes in_.] SCHÖN--You know where Dr. Bernstein lives? HENRIETTE--Of course, Doctor. Right next door. SCHÖN--[_Giving her one note._] Take that over to him, please. HENRIETTE--In case the doctor is not at home? SCHÖN--He is at home. [_Giving her the other note._] And take this to police headquarters. Take a cab. [HENRIETTE _goes out_.] I am judged! ALVA--My blood has congealed. SCHÖN--[_Toward the left._] The fool! ALVA--He waked up to something, perhaps? SCHÖN--He has been too much absorbed in himself. [LULU _appears on the steps, right, in dustcoat and hat_.] ALVA--Where are you going now? LULU--Out. I see it on all the walls. SCHÖN--Where are his papers? LULU--In the desk. SCHÖN--[_At the desk._] Where? LULU--Lower right-hand drawer. [_She kneels and opens the drawer, emptying the papers on the floor._] Here. There is nothing to fear. He had no secrets. SCHÖN--Now I can just withdraw from the world. LULU--[_Still kneeling._] Write a pamphlet about him. Call him Michelangelo. SCHÖN--What good’ll that do? [_Pointing left._] There lies my engagement. ALVA--That’s the curse of your game! SCHÖN--Shout it through the streets! ALVA--[_Pointing to_ LULU.] If you had treated that girl fairly and justly when my mother died---- SCHÖN--My engagement is bleeding to death there! LULU--[_Getting up._] I shan’t stay here any longer. SCHÖN--In an hour they’ll be selling extras. I dare not go across the street! LULU--Why, what can you do to help it? SCHÖN--That’s just it! They’ll stone me for it! ALVA--You must get away--travel. SCHÖN--To leave the scandal a free field! LULU--[_By the couch._] Ten minutes ago he was lying here.