SCHWARZ. I can no longer—
LULU. Then paint!
SCHWARZ. (Scraping the canvas.) Aren't you cold at all?
LULU. God forbid! No. What made you ask? Are you so cold?
SCHWARZ. Not to-day. No.
LULU. Praise God, one can breathe!
SCHWARZ. How so?... (Lulu takes a deep breath.) Don't do that, please! (Springs up, throws away his palette and brushes, walks up and down.) The boot-black only attends to her feet! His color doesn't eat into his money, either. If I go without supper to-morrow, no little society lady will ask me if I know anything about oyster-patties!
LULU. Is he going out of his head?
SCHWARZ. (Takes up his work again.) What ever drove the fellow to this test!
LULU. I'd like it better, too, if he had stayed here.