[After a pause.] In all this, do you hold me guilty?
Yes.
Guilty of that—your death, as you call it.
Guilty of the fact that I had to die. [Changing her tone to one of indifference.] Why don't you sit down, Arnold?
May I?
Yes.—You need not be afraid of being frozen. I don't think I am quite turned to ice yet.
[Moves a chair and seats himself at her table.] There, Irene. Now we two are sitting together as in the old days.
A little way apart from each other—also as in the old days.
[Moving nearer.] It had to be so, then.
Had it?