CAPTAIN. Let them find it for themselves in the city—I take that! Got any trumps left?
ALICE. One—That's mine!
CAPTAIN. Six and eight make fifteen——
ALICE. Fourteen—fourteen!
CAPTAIN. Six and eight make fourteen. I think I am also forgetting how to count. And two makes sixteen—[Yawns] It is your deal.
ALICE. You are tired?
CAPTAIN. [Dealing] Not at all.
ALICE. [Listening in direction of the open doors] One can hear the music all this way. [Pause] Do you think Curt is invited also?
CAPTAIN. He arrived this morning, so I guess he has had time to get out his evening clothes, though he has not had time to call on us.
ALICE. Master of Quarantine—is there to be a quarantine station here?