Irene.
[With a touch of jesting bitterness.] From the time when I realised that I had given away to you something rather indispensable, Arnold. Something one ought never to part with.
Professor Rubek.
[Bowing his head.] Yes, that is bitterly true. You gave me three or four years of your youth.
Irene.
More, more than that I gave you—spendthrift as I then was.
Professor Rubek.
Yes, you were prodigal, Irene. You gave me all your naked loveliness——
Irene.
—to gaze upon——