In you most of all. When I unclothed myself and stood for you, then I hated you, Arnold——
Professor Rubek.
[Warmly.] That you did not, Irene! That is not true!
Irene.
I hated you, because you could stand there so unmoved——
Professor Rubek.
[Laughs.] Unmoved? Do you think so?
Irene.
—at any rate so intolerably self-controlled. And because you were an artist and an artist only—not a man! [Changing to a tone full of warmth and feeling.] But that statue in the wet, living clay, that I loved—as it rose up, a vital human creature, out of those raw, shapeless masses—for that was our creation, our child. Mine and yours.
Professor Rubek.