Professor Rubek.
[Remains sitting at his table and gazes fixedly and earnestly at her. At last he rises, goes some steps towards her, stops, and says in a low voice.] I know you quite well, Irene.
The Lady.
[In a toneless voice, setting down her glass.] You can guess who I am, Arnold?
Professor Rubek.
[Without answering.] And you recognise me, too, I see.
The Lady.
With you it is quite another matter.
Professor Rubek.
With me?—How so?