LULU. He's coming.
RODRIGO. (Stumbling back.) Devil, death and demons! (Lifts the table-cloth.)
HUGENBERG. No room!
RODRIGO. Damned and done for! (Looks around and hides in the door-way, right.)
SCHÖN. (Comes in, centre; locks the door; and goes, revolver in hand, to the window down left, of which he throws up the curtains.) Where is he gone?
LULU. (On the lowest step.) Out.
SCHÖN. Down over the balcony?
LULU. He's an acrobat.
SCHÖN. That could not be foreseen. (Turning against Lulu.) You who drag me thru the muck of the streets to a tortured death!
LULU. Why did you not bring me up better?