SCHÖN. Is there no sort of possibility of a person like me smuggling in?
GESCHWITZ. It would be high treason if any of us lent herself to such an intrigue.
SCHÖN. (Crossing to the centre table, behind the ottoman.) The glorious flowers!
LULU. Fräulein von Geschwitz brought me those.
GESCHWITZ. Don't mention it. Oh, you'll be in man's costume, won't you?
LULU. Do you think that becomes me?
GESCHWITZ. You're a dream here. (Signifying the picture.)
LULU. My husband doesn't like it.
GESCHWITZ. Is it by a local man?
LULU. You will hardly have known him.