CURT. It is not pleasant to be young. And yet you young ones are envied.
ALLAN. Are we? Would you change?
CURT. No, thanks!
ALLAN. Do you know what is worse than anything else? It is to sit still and keep silent while the old ones talk nonsense—I know that I am better informed than they on some matters—and yet I must keep silent. Well, pardon me, I am not counting you among the old.
CURT. Why not?
ALLAN. Perhaps because we have only just now become acquainted——
CURT. And because—your ideas of me have undergone a change?
ALLAN. Yes.
CURT. During the years we were separated, I suppose you didn't always think of me in a friendly way?
ALLAN. No.