SCHIGOLCH. We must nail it up. It will make an excellent impression on our patrons.
ALVA. (Energetic.) There's a nail sticking all ready for it in the wall.
SCHIGOLCH. But how did you come upon this acquisition?
GESCHWITZ. I secretly cut it out of the wall in your house, there, after you were gone.
ALVA. Too bad the color's got rubbed off round the edges. You didn't roll it up carefully enough. (Fastens it to a high nail in the wall.)
SCHIGOLCH. It's got to have another one underneath if it's going to hold. It makes the whole flat look more elegant.
ALVA. Let me alone; I know how I'll do it. (He tears several nails out of the wall, pulls off his left boot, and with its heel nails the edges of the picture to the wall.)
SCHIGOLCH. It's just got to hang a while again, to get its proper effect. Whoever looks at that'll imagine afterwards he's been in an Indian harem.
ALVA. (Putting on his boot again, standing up proudly.) Her body was at its highest point of development when that picture was painted. The lamp, kid dear! Seems to me it's got extraordinarily dark.
GESCHWITZ. He must have been an eminently gifted artist who painted that!