SCHWARZ. If you'll step this way....
SCHÖN. (Rising.) You must have told her regular ghost-stories.
SCHWARZ. As far back as you can.
SCHÖN. (Stepping back, knocks down the canvas that was leaning against the lower easel.) Excuse me—
SCHWARZ. (Picking it up.) That's all right.
SCHÖN. (Surprised.) What is that?
SCHWARZ. Do you know her?
SCHÖN. No. (Schwarz sets the picture on the easel. It is of a lady dressed as Pierrot with a long shepherd's crook in her hand.)
SCHWARZ. A costume-picture.
SCHÖN. But, really, you've succeeded with her.