LULU. When he's had his cry out.
SCHÖN. (Kicking the door.) Open! (To Lulu.) Bring me an ax.
LULU. Send for the doctor—
SCHÖN. You are not yourself.
LULU. It serves you right. (Bell rings in the corridor. Schön and Lulu stare at each other. Then Schön slips up-stage and stands in the doorway.)
SCHÖN. I mustn't let myself be seen here.
LULU. Perhaps it's the art-dealer. (The bell rings again.)
SCHÖN. But if we don't answer it—
LULU. (Steals toward the door; but Schön holds her.) —
SCHÖN. Stop. It sometimes happens that one is not just at hand— (He goes out on tip-toes. Lulu turns back to the locked door and listens. Schön returns with Alva.) Please be quiet.