away in grave-vaults. That was my vocation. I ought never to have
served you--poet.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Lost in recollection.] Yet those were beautiful days, Irene.
Marvellously beautiful days--as I now look back upon them---


IRENE.

[Looking at him with a soft expression.] Can you remember a little
word that you said--when you had finished--finished with me and with
our child? [Nods to him.] Can you remember that little word, Arnold?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Looks inquiringly at her.] Did I say a little word then, which you
still remember?


IRENE.

Yes, you did. Can you not recall it?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.