And in that design you have shifted me back, a little toned down—to serve as a background-figure—in a group.
[She draws the knife.
Professor Rubek.
Not a background-figure. Let us say, at most, a figure not quite in the foreground—or something of that sort.
Irene.
[Whispers hoarsely.] There you uttered your own doom.
[On the point of striking.
Professor Rubek.
[Turns and looks up at her.] Doom?
Irene.