RODRIGO--His eyes, yes. They’ve robbed her of sleep for a week. SCHIGOLCH--[_To_ RODRIGO.] You can have yourself pickled. RODRIGO--We can both have ourselves pickled! Our health, gossip Death! SCHIGOLCH--[_Clinking with him._] Health, jack-in-the-box! If it’s still better later on, I’m ready for departure at any moment; but--but---- [LULU _enters right, in an elegant Parisian ball-dress, much décolleté, with flowers in breast and hair_.] LULU--But children, children, I expect company! SCHIGOLCH--But I can tell you what, those things must cost something over there! [HUGENBERG _has risen_. LULU _sits on the arm of his chair_.] LULU--You’ve fallen into pretty company.--I expect visitors, children! SCHIGOLCH--I guess I’ve got to stick something in there myself, too. [_He searches among the flowers on the table._] LULU--Do I look well? SCHIGOLCH--What are those you’ve got there? LULU--Orchids. [_Bending over_ HUGENBERG.] Smell. RODRIGO--Do you expect Prince Escerny? LULU--[_Shaking her head._] God forbid! RODRIGO--So somebody else again----! LULU--The Prince has gone traveling. RODRIGO--To put his kingdom up for auction? LULU--He’s exploring a fresh string of tribes in the neighborhood of Africa. [_Rises, hurries up the stairs, and steps into the gallery._] RODRIGO--[_To_ SCHIGOLCH.] He really wanted to marry her originally. SCHIGOLCH--[_Sticking a lily in his buttonhole._] I, too, wanted to marry her originally. RODRIGO--You wanted to marry her originally? SCHIGOLCH--Didn’t you, too, want to marry her originally? RODRIGO--You bet I wanted to marry her originally! SCHIGOLCH--Who has not wanted to marry her originally! RODRIGO--I could never have done better! SCHIGOLCH--She hasn’t let anybody be sorry that he didn’t marry her. RODRIGO-- ... Then she’s not your child? SCHIGOLCH--Never occurs to her. HUGENBERG--What is her father’s name then? SCHIGOLCH--She’s just boasted of me! HUGENBERG--What is her father’s name then? SCHIGOLCH--What’s he say? RODRIGO--What her father’s name is. SCHIGOLCH--She never had one. LULU--[_Comes down from the gallery and sits again on_ HUGENBERG’S _chair-arm_.] What have I never had? ALL THREE--A father. LULU--Yes, sure--I’m a wonder-child. [_To_ HUGENBERG.] How are you getting along with =your= father? Contented? RODRIGO--He smokes a respectable cigar, anyway, the police-captain. SCHIGOLCH--Have you locked up upstairs? LULU--There is the key. SCHIGOLCH--Better have left it in the lock. LULU--Why? SCHIGOLCH--So no one can unlock it from outside. RODRIGO--Isn’t he at the stock-exchange? LULU--Oh, yes, but he suffers from persecution-mania. RODRIGO--I take him by the feet, and yup!--there he stays sticking to the roof. LULU--He hunts you into a mouse-hole with the corner of his eye. RODRIGO--What does he hunt? Who does he hunt? [_Baring his arm._] Just look at this biceps! LULU--Show me. [_Goes left._] RODRIGO--[_Hitting himself on the muscle._] Granite. Wrought-iron!