Dead. Dead, you as well as I. We sat there by the Lake of Taunitz,
we two clay-cold bodies--and played with each other.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

I do not call that being dead. But you do not understand me.


IRENE.

Then where is the burning desire for me that you fought and battled
against when I stood freely forth before you as the woman arisen from
the dead?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Our love is assuredly not dead, Irene.


IRENE.

The love that belongs to the life of earth--the beautiful, miraculous
earth-life--the inscrutable earth-life--that is dead in both of us.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.