You shall see that day will dawn and lighten for us both.
Do not believe that.
[Urgently.] I do believe it! And I know it! Now that I have found you again—–
Risen from the grave.
Only risen, Arnold. Not transfigured.
[He crosses over to her by
means of stepping-stones below the
Where have you been all day, Irene?
[Pointing.] Far, far over there, on the great dead waste—–
[Turning the conversation.] You have not your—your friend with you to-day, I see.
[Smiling.] My friend is keeping a close watch on me, none the less.
[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.
[He seats himself on a stone
beside the brook. She stands behind
him, leaning against the wall of rock.
[After a pause.] Why do you sit there turning your eyes away from me?