ALICE. [In an almost friendly tone] Get weaker tobacco then. It is your only pleasure, as you call it.
CAPTAIN. Pleasure—what is that?
ALICE. Don't ask me. I know it as little as you—Don't you want your whiskey yet?
CAPTAIN. I'll wait a little. What have you for supper?
ALICE. How do I know? Ask Christine.
CAPTAIN. The mackerel ought to be in season soon—now the Fall is here.
ALICE. Yes, it is Fall!
CAPTAIN. Within and without. But leaving aside the cold that comes with the Fall, both within and without, a little broiled mackerel, with a slice of lemon and a glass of white Burgundy, wouldn't be so very bad.
ALICE. Now you grow eloquent.
CAPTAIN. Have we any Burgundy left in the wine-cellar?