CURT. Do you want something light?
CAPTAIN. No, something solid.
CURT. Then you would be done for.
CAPTAIN. Is it not enough to be sick, but one must starve also?
CURT. That's how the land lies.
CAPTAIN. And neither drink nor smoke? Then life is not worth much!
CURT. Death demands sacrifices, or it comes at once.
ALICE. [Enters with several bunches of flowers and some telegrams and letters] These are for you.
[Throws the flowers on the writing-table.
CAPTAIN. [Flattered] For me! Will you please let me look?