[Interrupting vehemently.] Do not speak of her now! It makes me tingle with shame.
Irene.
Where are you thinking of going with her?
Professor Rubek.
[Slack and weary.] Oh, on a tedious coasting-voyage to the North, I suppose.
Irene.
[Looks at him, smiles almost imperceptibly, and whispers.] You should rather go high up into the mountains. As high as ever you can. Higher, higher,—always higher, Arnold.
Professor Rubek.
[With eager expectation.] Are you going up there?
Irene.