[Smiling.] My friend is keeping a close watch on me, none the less.
Can she?
[Glancing furtively around.] You may be sure she can—wherever I may go. She never loses sight of me— [Whispering.] Until, one fine sunny morning, I shall kill her.
Would you do that?
With the utmost delight—if only I could manage it.
Why do you want to?
Because she deals in witchcraft. [Mysteriously.] Only think, Arnold—she has changed herself into my shadow.
[Trying to calm her.] Well, well, well—a shadow we must all have.
I am my own shadow. [With an outburst.] Do you not understand that!
[Sadly.] Yes, yes, Irene, I understand.