SCHWARZ. We are truly the martyrs of our calling!
LULU. I didn't wish to cause you pain.
SCHWARZ. (Hesitating, to Lulu.) If you—the left trowser-leg—a little higher—
LULU. Here?
SCHWARZ. (Steps to the platform.) Permit me....
LULU. What do you want?
SCHWARZ. I'll show you.
LULU. You mustn't.
SCHWARZ. You are nervous ... (Tries to seize her hand.)
LULU. (Throws the crook in his face.) Let me alone! (Hurries to the entrance door.) You don't get me for a long time yet.