Give me that knife, Irene!
[Concealing it.] You shall not have it. I may very likely find a use for it myself.
What use can you have for it, here?
[Looks fixedly at him.] It was intended for you, Arnold.
For me!
As we were sitting by the Lake of Taunitz last evening—
By the Lake of—
IRENE. —outside the peasant's hut—and playing with swans and water-lilies—
What then—what then?
IRENE. —and when I heard you say with such deathly, icy coldness—that I was nothing but an episode in your life—