CURT. A flirtatious little thing, with a braid down her back and rather too short skirts——
ALICE. Exactly! But the other day I saw her dressed up in long skirts—and then she was a young lady—and not so very young either, when her hair was put up.
CURT. She is somewhat precocious, I admit.
ALICE. And she is playing with Allan.
CURT. That's all right, so long as it remains play.
ALICE. So that is all right?—Now Edgar will be here soon, and he will take the easy-chair—he loves it with such passion that he could steal it.
CURT. Why, he can have it!
ALICE. Let him sit over there, and we'll stay here. And when he talks—he is always talkative in the morning—when he talks of insignificant things, I'll translate them for you——
CURT. Oh, my dear Alice, you are too deep, far too deep. What could I have to fear as long as I look after my quarantine properly and otherwise behave decently?
ALICE. You believe in justice and honour and all that sort of thing.