GESCHWITZ. Lulu!
ALVA. She's done it once to-day already.
GESCHWITZ. Lulu, Lulu, where you go I go too.
SCHIGOLCH. If you want to put your bones up for sale, kindly get a district of your own!
GESCHWITZ. Lulu, I shall not stir from your side! I have weapons upon me.
SCHIGOLCH. Confound it all, her ladyship plots to fish with our bait!
LULU. You're killing me. I can't stand it here any more. (Exit.)
GESCHWITZ. You need fear nothing. I am with you. (Follows her.)
ALVA. (Whimpering, throws himself on his couch. Schigolch swears, loudly and grumbling.) I guess there's not much more good to expect on this side!
SCHIGOLCH. We ought to have held the creature back by the throat. She'll scare away everything that breathes with her aristocratic death's head.