[Suddenly, with a wild expression in her eyes.] Will you spend a summer night on the upland—with me?
Professor Rubek.
[Stretching his arms wide.] Yes, yes,—come!
Irene.
My adored lord and master!
Professor Rubek.
Oh, Irene!
Irene.
[Hoarsely, smiling and groping in her breast.] It will be only an episode—[Quickly, whispering.] Hush!—do not look round, Arnold!
Professor Rubek.