SCHWARZ. (Coming forward.) Let us make peace. (Tries to embrace her.)
LULU. Keep away from me, or— (She throws the easel with the finished picture at him, so that both fall crashing to the floor.)
SCHWARZ. (Screams.) Merciful Heaven!
LULU. (Upstage, right.) You knocked the hole in it yourself!
SCHWARZ. I am ruined! Ten weeks' work, my journey, my exhibition! Now there is nothing more to lose! (Plunges after her.)
LULU. (Springs over the ottoman, over the fallen step-ladder, and over the platform, down-stage.) A grave! Don't fall into it! (She stamps thru the picture on the floor.) She made a new man out of him! (Falls forward.)
SCHWARZ. (Stumbling over the Spanish screen.) I am merciless now!
LULU. (Up-stage.) Leave me in peace now. I'm getting dizzy. O Gott! O Gott!... (Comes forward and sinks down on the ottoman. Schwarz locks the door; then seats himself next her, grasps her hand, and covers it with kisses—then pauses, struggling with himself. Lulu opens her eyes wide.)
LULU. He may come back.
SCHWARZ. How d' you feel?