And no other models, Arnold?
Professor Rubek.
You were no model to me. You were the fountainhead of my achievement.
Irene.
[Is silent for a short time.] What poems have you made since? In marble I mean. Since the day I left you.
Professor Rubek.
I have made no poems since that day—only frittered away my life in modelling.
Irene.
And that woman, whom you are now living with——?
Professor Rubek.