CURT. Did you ever see a picture of me?
ALLAN. One, and it was very unfavourable.
CURT. And old-looking?
ALLAN. Yes.
CURT. Ten years ago my hair turned gray in a single night—it has since then resumed its natural color without my doing anything for it—Let us talk of something else! There comes your aunt—my cousin. How do you like her?
ALLAN. I don't want to tell!
CURT. Then I shall not ask you.
ALICE. [Enters dressed in a very light-colored walking-suit and carrying a sunshade] Good morning, Curt.
[Gives him a glance signifying that ALLAN should leave.
CURT. [To ALLAN] Leave us, please.