CURT. Are we to quarrel now?
ALICE. That depends on you. Don't meddle with my interests.
CURT. If they cross my own, I have to meddle with them, although with a careful hand. Here he comes!
ALICE. And now it is going to happen.
CURT. What is—going to happen?
ALICE. We shall see!
CURT. Let it come to open attack then, for this state of siege is getting on my nerves. I have not a friend left on the island.
ALICE. Wait a minute! You sit on this side—he must have the easy-chair, of course—and then I can prompt you.
CAPTAIN. [Enters from the background, in full dress uniform, wearing the Order of the Sword and the Portuguese Order of Christ] Good day! Here's the meeting place.
ALICE. You are tired—sit down. [The CAPTAIN, contrary to expectation, takes a seat on the sofa to the left] Make yourself comfortable.