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The Lady.
[After a short pause.] Who was the other? The woman you had with you—there at the table?
Professor Rubek.
[A little reluctantly.] She? That was my—my wife.
The Lady.
[Nods slowly.] Indeed. That is well, Arnold. Some one, then, who does not concern me
Professor Rubek.
[Nods.] No, of course not
The Lady.
—one whom you have taken to you after my lifetime.
Professor Rubek.
[Suddenly looking hard at her.] After your—? What do you mean by that, Irene?
Irene.
[Without answering.] And the child? I hear the child is prospering too. Our child survives me—and has come to honour and glory.
Professor Rubek.
[Smiles as at a far-off recollection.] Our child? Yes, we called it so—then.
Irene.
In my lifetime, yes.
