You had no longer any use for me--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
How can you say that!
IRENE. --and began to look about you for other ideals--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
I found none, none after you.
IRENE.
And no other models, Arnold?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
You were no model to me. You were the fountainhead of my achievement.
IRENE.
[Is silent for a short time.] What poems have you made since? In marble I mean. Since the day I left you.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
I have made no poems since that day--only frittered away my life in modelling.
IRENE.
And that woman, whom you are now living with--?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Interrupting vehemently.] Do not speak of her now! It makes me tingle with shame.
IRENE.
Where are you thinking of going with her?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Slack and weary.] Oh, on a tedious coasting-voyage to the North, I suppose.
IRENE.
[Looks at him, smiles almost imperceptibly, and whispers.] You should rather go high up into the mountains. As high as ever you can. Higher, higher,--always higher, Arnold.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[With eager expectation.] Are you going up there?
IRENE.
Have you the courage to meet me once again?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Struggling with himself, uncertainly.] If we could--oh, if only we could--!
IRENE.
Why can we not do what we will? [Looks at him and whispers beseechingly with folded hands.] Come, come, Arnold! Oh, come up to me--!
[MAIA enters, glowing with pleasure, from behind the hotel, and goes quickly up to the table where they were previously sitting.]
MAIA.
[Still at the corner of the hotel, without looking around.] Oh, you may say what you please, Rubek, but--[Stops, as she catches sight of IRENE]--Oh, I beg your pardon--I see you have made an acquaintance.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Curtly.] Renewed an acquaintance. [Rises.] What was it you wanted with me?
MAIA.
I only wanted to say this: you may do whatever you please, but _I_ am not going with you on that disgusting steamboat.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.