So he lives there?
IRENE.
[Shrugs her shoulders.] Lives? Lives? In reality I have killed him--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Start.] Killed--!
IRENE.
Killed him with a fine sharp dagger which I always have with me in bed--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Vehemently.] I don"t believe you, Irene!
IRENE.
[With a gentle smile.] Indeed you may believe it, Arnold.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Looks compa.s.sionately at her.] Have you never had a child?
IRENE.
Yes, I have had many children.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
And where are your children now?
IRENE.
I killed them.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Severely.] Now you are telling me lies again!
IRENE.
I have killed them, I tell you--murdered them pitilessly. As soon as ever they came into the world. Oh, long, long before. One after the other.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Sadly and earnestly.] There is something hidden behind everything you say.
IRENE.
How can I help that? Every word I say is whispered into my ear.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
I believe I am the only one that can divine your meaning.
IRENE.
Surely you ought to be the only one.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Rests his hands on the table and looks intently at her.] Some of the strings of your nature have broken.
IRENE.
[Gently.] Does not that always happen when a young warm-blooded woman dies?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Oh Irene, have done with these wild imaginings--! You are living!
Living--living!
IRENE.
[Rises slowly from her chair and says, quivering.] I was dead for many years. They came and bound me--laced my arms together behind my back--.
Then they lowered me into a grave-vault, with iron bars before the loop-hole. And with padded walls--so that no one on the earth above could hear the grave-shrieks--. But now I am beginning, in a way, to rise from the dead.