Irene.
Oh, in a churchyard somewhere or other. With a fine handsome monument over him. And with a bullet rattling in his skull.
Professor Rubek.
Did he kill himself?
Irene.
Yes, he was good enough to take that off my hands.
Professor Rubek.
Do you not lament his loss, Irene?
Irene.
[Not understanding.] Lament? What loss?