CAPTAIN. Is that all?
CURT. No-o—there is a postscript.
CAPTAIN. Out with it!
CURT. Well, she asks her father not to drink so much.
CAPTAIN. Impudence! That's like children! That's my only beloved daughter—my Judith—my idol!
ALICE. And your image!
CAPTAIN. Such is life. Such are its best joys—Hell!
ALICE. Now you get the harvest of your sowing. You have set her against her own mother and now she turns against the father. Tell me, then, that there is no God!
CAPTAIN. [To CURT] What does the Colonel say?
CURT. He grants leave of absence without any comment.