[Passionately.] And do you know that just that love--it is burning
and seething in me as hotly as ever before?


IRENE.

And I? Have you forgotten who I now am?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Be who or what you please, for aught I care! For me, you are the woman
I see in my dreams of you.


IRENE.

I have stood on the turn-table-naked--and made a show of myself to many
hundreds of men--after you.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

It was I that drove you to the turn-table--blind as I then was--I, who
placed the dead clay-image above the happiness of life--of love.


IRENE.

[Looking down.] Too late--too late!