(Stroking her hair tenderly)
We have been very happy.
Mrs. Ray
Yet why is there something we both feel we have missed?
Professor
Because even the happy must be incomplete or else they would cease to be happy. Isn’t happiness hope as much as realization? We have realized—not ourselves completely—yet through each other. We have been what the other sought. But only the very wise know that there is an inner life no one can be part of: a lonely place where even the dearest can not enter, because it is a lonely place.
Mrs. Ray
Yes. I think that is the way it is with me, dear.
Professor
And the way it is with our house we shall never build. We can’t enter it together.