ALVA. I have no longer the moral courage to let my comfort be disturbed for a miserable sum of money! (He wraps himself up in his plaid.)
SCHIGOLCH. Noblesse oblige! A respectable man does what he owes his position. (He hides, left. Lulu opens the door, saying “Come right in, dearie,” and there enters Prince Kungu Poti, heir-apparent of Uahubee, in a light suit, white spats, tan button-boots, and a gray tall hat. His speech, interrupted with frequent hiccoughs, abounds with the peculiar African hiss-sounds.)
KUNGU POTI. God damn—it's dark on the stairs!
LULU. It's lighter here, sweetheart. (Pulling him forward by the hand.) Come on!
KUNGU POTI. But it's cold here, awful cold!
LULU. Have some brandy?
KUNGU POTI. Brandy? You bet—always! Brandy's good!
LULU. (Giving him the bottle.) I don't know where there's a glass.
KUNGU POTI. Doesn't matter. (Drinks.) Brandy! Lots of it!
LULU. You're a nice-looking young man.