[Sadly.] Yes, yes, Irene, I understand it.
[He seats himself on a stone beside the brook. She stands behind him, leaning against the wall of rock.
Irene.
[After a pause.] Why do you sit there turning your eyes away from me?
Professor Rubek.
[Softly, shaking his head.] I dare not—I dare not look at you.
Irene.
Why dare you not look at me any more?
Professor Rubek.
You have a shadow that tortures me. And I have the crushing weight of my conscience.