's fingers at it, too.

LULU. (As Pierrot, steps out of the bed-room.) Here I am!

SCHOEN. (Turns; after a pause.) Superb!

LULU. (Nearer.) Well?

SCHOEN. You put shame on the boldest fancy.

LULU. How do you like me?

SCHOEN. A picture before which art must despair.

DR. GOLL. Don't you think so, too?

SCHOEN. (To Lulu.) Have you any notion what you do?

LULU. I'm perfectly possessed of myself!

SCHOEN. Then you might be a little more discreet.

LULU. But I'm only doing what's my duty.

SCHOEN. You are powdered?

LULU. What do you take me for!

DR. GOLL. I've never seen such a white skin as she's got. I've told our
Raphael here, too, to do just as little with the flesh tints as
possible. For once, I can't get enthusiastic about the modern
art-nonsense.

SCHWARZ. (By the easels, preparing his paints.) At any rate, it's
thanks to impressionism that present-day art can stand up beside the
old masters without blushing.

DR. GOLL. Oh, it can do quite well for a bit of butcher's work.

SCHOEN. 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 Schoen.) What would you say now,
if you had to stand at attention for two hours?

SCHOEN. 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 trowser-leg up to the knee, to Schwarz.) So?

SCHWARZ. Yes....

LULU. (Plucking it a thought higher.) So?

SCHWARZ. Yes, yes....

DR. GOLL. (To Schoen who has seated himself on the chair next him, with
a gesture.) From this place I find her still more attractive.

LULU. (Without stirring.) I beg pardon! I am equally attractive on all
sides.

SCHWARZ. (To Lulu.) The right knee further forward, please.

SCHOEN. (With a gesture.) The body does show finer lines perhaps.

SCHWARZ. The light to-day can be borne at least half way.

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. (Rai