Irene.
Yes, surely I will come. Wait for me here.
Professor Rubek.
[Repeats dreamily.] Summer night on the upland. With you. With you. [His eyes meet hers.] Oh, Irene—that might have been our life.—And that we have forfeited—we two.
Irene.
We see the irretrievable only when—
[Breaks off.
Professor Rubek.
[Looks inquiringly at her.] When——?
Irene.