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Professor Rubek.
To our home;—to our own home, Irene.
Irene.
Have you looked for my coming every single day?
Professor Rubek.
How dared I look for you?
Irene.
[With a sidelong glance.] No, I suppose you dared not. For you understood nothing.
Professor Rubek.
Was it really not for the sake of some one else that you all of a sudden disappeared from me in that way?
Irene.
Might it not quite well be for your sake, Arnold?
Professor Rubek.
[Looks doubtfully at her.] I don't understand you?
Irene.
When I had served you with my soul and with my body—when the statue stood there finished—our child as you called it—then I laid at your feet the most precious sacrifice of all—by effacing myself for all time.
