[He sits down again. She seats herself on another stone, close
to him.
[After a short interval of silence.] Now I have come back to you from the uttermost regions, Arnold.
Aye, truly, from an endless journey.
Come home to my lord and master—
To our home;—to our own home, Irene.
Have you looked for my coming every single day?
How dared I look for you?
[With a sidelong glance.] No, I suppose you dared not. For you understood nothing.
Was it really not for the sake of some one else that you all of a sudden disappeared from me in that way?
Might it not quite well be for your sake, Arnold?