CURT. Well, that is to say——
CAPTAIN. It is serious.
CURT. Yes.
CAPTAIN. Fatal?
CURT. You must be very careful. First of all: the cigar must go. [The CAPTAIN throws away his cigar] And next: no more whiskey! Then, to bed!
CAPTAIN. [Scared] No, I don't want that! Not to bed! That's the end! Then you never get up again. I shall sleep on the couch to-night. What more did he say?
CURT. He was very nice about it and will come at once if you call him.
CAPTAIN. Was he nice, the hypocrite? I don't want to see him! I can at least eat?
CURT. Not to-night. And during the next few days nothing but milk.
CAPTAIN. Milk! I cannot take that stuff into my mouth.