But not here in the half darkness! Not here with this hideous dank shroud flapping around us——
Irene.
[Carried away by passion.] No, no—up in the light, and in all the glittering glory! Up to the Peak of Promise!
Professor Rubek.
There we will hold our marriage-feast, Irene—oh, my beloved!
Irene.
[Proudly.] The sun may freely look on us, Arnold.
Professor Rubek.
All the powers of light may freely look on us—and all the powers of darkness too. [Seizes her hand.] Will you then follow me, oh my grace-given bride?
Irene.