should finally go to work. (Goes out, right.) (Lulu
touches herself up before the glass, strokes back her hair, and goes
out, returning leading in Schigolch.)

SCHIGOLCH. I'd thought he was more of a swell--a little more glory to
him. He's sort of embarrassed. He quaked a little in the knees when he
saw =me= in front of him.

LULU. (Shoving a chair round for him.) How can you beg from him, too?

SCHIGOLCH. That's why I've dragged my seventy-seven summers just here.
You told me he kept at his painting in the mornings.

LULU. He hadn't got quite awake yet. How much do you need?

SCHIGOLCH. Two hundred, if you have that much handy. Personally, I'd
like three hundred. Some of my clients have evaporated.

LULU. (Goes to the writing-table and rummages in the drawer.) Whew, I'm
tired!

SCHIGOLCH. (Looking round him.) That's just what brought me, too. I've
been wanting a long time to see how things were looking now with you.

LULU. Well?

SCHIGOLCH. It just sweeps over you. (Looking up.) Like with me fifty
years ago. Instead of the loafing chairs we still had rusty old sabres
then. Devil, but you've brought it pretty far! (Scuffing.) Carpets....

LULU. (Giving him two bills.) I like best to walk on them bare-footed.

SCHIGOLCH. (Scanning Lulu's portrait.) Is that you?

LULU. (Winking.) Pretty fine?

SCHIGOLCH. If all that's genuine.

LULU. Have something sweet?

SCHIGOLCH. What?

LULU. (Getting up.) Elixir de Spaa.

SCHIGOLCH. That doesn't help me--Does he drink?

LULU. (Taking a decanter and glasses from a cupboard near the
fireplace.) Not yet. (Coming down stage.) The cordial has such various
effects!

SCHIGOLCH. He comes to blows?

LULU. He goes to sleep. (She fills the two glasses.)

SCHIGOLCH. When he's drunk, you can see right into his insides.

LULU. I'd rather =not=. (Sits opposite Schigolch.) Tell me about it.

SCHIGOLCH. The streets keep on getting longer, and my legs shorter.

LULU. And your harmonica?

SCHIGOLCH. Has bad air, like me with my asthma. I just keep a-thinking
it isn't worth the trouble to make it better. (They clink glasses.)

LULU. (Emptying her glass.) I thought you'd come to an end a long time
ago--

SCHIGOLCH. To an end--already up and away? I thought so, too. But no
matter how early the sun goes down, still we aren't let lie quiet. I'm
hoping for winter. Perhaps then my (coughing) --my--my asthma will
invent some opportunity to carry me off.

LULU. (Filling the g