[Takes his hands from before his eyes and gazes straight in front of him.] When I had found you, I knew at once how I should make use of you for my life-work.
Irene.
“The Resurrection Day” you called your life-work.—I call it “our child.”
Professor Rubek.
I was young then—with no experience of life. The Resurrection, I thought, would be most beautifully and exquisitely figured as a young unsullied woman—with none of a life’s experiences—awakening to light and glory without having to put away from her anything ugly and impure.
Irene.
[Quickly.] Yes—and so I stand there now, in our work?
Professor Rubek.
[Hesitating.] Not absolutely and entirely so, Irene.
Irene.