SCHÖN. Then why talk about the child? The child is not even a whole year younger than you are. Leave me my freedom to live what life I still have. No matter how the child's been brought up, she's got her five senses just like you.... (Schwarz appears, right, brush in hand.)
SCHWARZ. What's the matter here?
LULU. (To Schön.) Well? Go on. Talk.
SCHWARZ. What's the matter with you two?
LULU. Nothing that touches you—
SCHÖN. (Sharply.) Quiet!
LULU. He's had enough of me. (Schwarz leads her off, to the right.)
SCHÖN. (Turning over the leaves in one of the books on the table.) It had to come out—I must have my hands free at last!
SCHWARZ. (Coming back.) Is that a way to jest?
SCHÖN. (Pointing to a chair.) Please.