ALVA. (Very excited.) A revolution has broken out in Paris!
SCHÖN. Be quiet.
ALVA. (To Lulu.) You're as pale as death.
SCHÖN. (Rattling at the door.) Walter! Walter! (A death-rattle heard behind the door.)
LULU. God pity you.
SCHÖN. Haven't you brought an ax?
LULU. If there's one there— (Goes slowly out, upper left.)
ALVA. He's just keeping us in suspense.
SCHÖN. A revolution has broken out in Paris?
ALVA. In the editors' room they're beating their heads against the wall. No one knows what he ought to write. (The bell rings in the corridor.)