CAPTAIN. Oh, nonsense! Don't you believe that I die so easily! And don't rejoice prematurely, Alice!
CURT. Think of your children. Make your will so that your wife at least may keep the household goods.
CAPTAIN. Is she going to inherit from me while I am still alive?
CURT. No, but if something happens she ought not to be turned into the street. One who has dusted and polished and looked after these things for twenty-five years should have some right to remain in possession of them. May I send word to the regimental lawyer?
CAPTAIN. No!
CURT. You are a cruel man—more cruel than I thought you!
CAPTAIN. Now it is back again!
[Falls back on the bed unconscious.
ALICE. [Goes toward the right] There are some people in the kitchen—I have to go down there.
CURT. Yes, go. Here is not much to be done.