CURT. No revenge! Nothing of that kind here! Hush!
ALICE. Do you recall one Sunday while you were engaged—and I had invited you for dinner——
CURT. Never mind!
ALICE. I must speak! Have pity on me! When you came to dinner, we had gone away, and you had to leave again.
CURT. You had received an invitation yourselves—what is that to speak of!
ALICE. Curt, when to-day, a little while ago, I asked you to stay for supper, I thought we had something left in the pantry. [Hiding her face in her hands] And there is not a thing, not even a piece of bread——
CURT. Weeping] Alice—poor Alice!
ALICE. But when he comes home and wants something to eat, and there is nothing—then he gets angry. You have never seen him angry! O, God, what humiliation!
CURT. Will you not let me go out and arrange for something?
ALICE. There is nothing to be had on this island.