The scene is laid inside of a round fort built of granite.
In the background, a gateway, closed by huge, swinging double doors; in these, small square window panes, through which may be seen a sea shore with batteries and the sea beyond.
On either side of the gateway, a window with flower pots and bird cages.
To the right of the gateway, an upright piano; further down the stage, a sewing-table and two easy-chairs.
On the left, half-way down the stage, a writing-table with a telegraph instrument on it; further down, a what-not full of framed photographs. Beside it, a couch that can be used to sleep on. Against the wall, a buffet.
A lamp suspended from the ceiling. On the wall near the piano hang two large laurel wreaths with ribbons. Between them, the picture of a woman in stage dress.
Beside the door, a hat-stand on which hang accoutrements, sabres, and so forth. Near it, a chiffonier.
To the left of the gateway hangs a mercurial barometer.
It is a mild Fall evening. The doors stand open, and a sentry is seen pacing back and forth on the shore battery. He wears a helmet with a forward pointed brush for a crest. Now and then his drawn sabre catches the red glare of the setting sun. The sea lies dark and quiet.
The CAPTAIN sits in the easy-chair to the left of the sewing-table, fumbling an extinguished cigar. He has on a much-worn undress uniform and riding-boots with spurs. Looks tired and bored.
ALICE sits in the easy-chair on the right, doing nothing at all. Looks tired and expectant.
CAPTAIN. Won't you play something for me?
ALICE. [Indifferently, but not snappishly] What am I to play?
CAPTAIN. Whatever suits you.
ALICE. You don't like my repertory.
CAPTAIN. Nor you mine.
ALICE. [Evasively] Do you want the doors to stay open?
CAPTAIN. If you wish it.
ALICE. Let them be, then. [Pause] Why don't you smoke?
CAPTAIN. Strong tobacco is beginning not to agree with me.