SCHWARZ. Really, I'd liefest have your taste arrange it for me. (Folding up the letters.) Don't let's forget to congratulate Schön to-day, anyway. (Goes left and shuts the letters in the writing-table.)
LULU. But we did that a long time ago.
SCHWARZ. For his bride's sake.
LULU. You can write to him again if you want.
SCHWARZ. And now to work! (Takes up his brushes and palette, kisses Lulu, goes up the steps, right, and turns around in the door-way.) Eve!
LULU. (Lets her book sink, smiling.) Your pleasure?
SCHWARZ. (Approaching her.) I feel every day as if I were seeing you for the very first time.
LULU. You're a terror.
SCHWARZ. The fault is yours. (He sinks on his knees by the couch and caresses her hand.)
LULU. (Stroking his hair.) You're wasting me.