LULU. (In the door.) Please, though, first put the studio in order.
SCHWARZ. Dr. Goll! (Leans over.) Doc— (Steps back.) He's cut his forehead. Help me to lay him on the ottoman.
LULU. (Shudders backward in terror.) No. No...
SCHWARZ. (Trying to turn him over.) Dr. Goll.
LULU. He doesn't hear.
SCHWARZ. But you, help me, please.
LULU. The two of us together couldn't lift him.
SCHWARZ. (Straightening up.) We must send for a doctor.
LULU. He is fearfully heavy.
SCHWARZ. (Getting his hat.) Please, though, be so good as to put the place a little to rights while I'm away. (He goes out.)