sing her head.) Paint my lips a little open.

SCHOEN. 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 find at
least some =spiritual= enjoyment in it!

LULU. (Opening her mouth a little, to Schwarz.) So--look. I'll hold it
half opened, so.

SCHWARZ. As soon as the sun comes, the wall opposite throws warm
reflections in here.

DR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You must keep your position just as if our
Velasquez here didn't exist at all.

LULU. Well, a painter =isn't= a man at all, anyway.

SCHOEN. I don't think you ought to judge the whole profession by just
one famous exception.

SCHWARZ. (Stepping back from the easel.) I should have liked to have
had to hire a different studio last fall.

SCHOEN. (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.

SCHOEN. 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 with less bashfulness!

SCHOEN. He makes nothing of it.

DR. GOLL. And if he did!--What are we two sitting here for?

ALVA SCHOEN. (Entering, still behind the Spanish screen.) May one come
in?

SCHOEN. My son!

LULU. Oh! It's Mr. Alva!

DR. GOLL. Don't mind. Just come along in.

ALVA. (Stepping forward, shakes hands with Schoen and Goll.) Glad to see
you. (Turning toward Lulu.) Do I see a-right? Oh, if only I could
engage you for my title part!

LULU. I don't think I could dance nearly well enough for your show!

ALVA. But you do have a dancing-master such as cannot be found on any
stage in Europe.

SCHOEN. But what brings you here?

DR. GOLL. Maybe you're having somebody or other painted here, too, in
secret!

ALVA. (To Schoen.) I wanted to take you to the dress rehearsal.

DR. GOLL. (As Schoen rises.) Do you have 'em dance to-day in full
costume?

ALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes I must be on the
stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy!

DR. GOLL. I've forgotten--what's the name of your ballet?

ALVA. Dalailama.

DR. GOLL. I thought =he= was in a madhouse.

SCHOEN. You're thinking of Niet