ALVA SCHÖN. (Entering, still behind the Spanish screen.) May one come in?
SCHÖN. My son!
LULU. Oh! It's Mr. Alva!
DR. GOLL. Don't mind. Just come along in.
ALVA. (Stepping forward, shakes hands with Schön 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.
SCHÖN. But what brings you here?
DR. GOLL. Maybe you're having somebody or other painted here, too, in secret!
ALVA. (To Schön.) I wanted to take you to the dress rehearsal.