I have heard a sort of legend about it.
Professor Rubek.
And museums were always a horror to you. You called them grave-vaults——
Irene.
I will make a pilgrimage to the place where my soul and my child’s soul lie buried.
Professor Rubek.
[Uneasy and alarmed.] You must never see that statue again! Do you hear, Irene! I implore you—! Never, never see it again!
Irene.
Perhaps you think it would mean death to me a second time?
Professor Rubek.