Irene.
[Rises slowly from her chair and says, quivering.] I was dead for many years. They came and bound me—laced my arms together behind my back—. Then they lowered me into a grave-vault, with iron bars before the loop-hole. And with padded walls—so that no one on the earth above could hear the grave-shrieks—. But now I am beginning, in a way, to rise from the dead.
[She seats herself again.]
Professor Rubek.
[After a pause.] In all this, do you hold me guilty?
Irene.
Yes.
Professor Rubek.
Guilty of that—your death, as you call it.
Irene.