The Lady.
Oh, you are still alive.
Professor Rubek.
[Not understanding.] Alive——?
The Lady.
[After a short pause.] Who was the other? The woman you had with you—there at the table?
Professor Rubek.
[A little reluctantly.] She? That was my—my wife.
The Lady.
[Nods slowly.] Indeed. That is well, Arnold. Some one, then, who does not concern me——