[She runs into the hotel.
[At the same time the door of the pavilion is softly and
noiselessly set ajar. The SISTER OF MERCY stands in the
opening, intently on the watch. No one sees her.
[Decidedly, turning to IRENE.] Shall we meet up there then?
[Rising slowly.] Yes, we shall certainly meet.—I have sought for you so long.
When did you begin to seek for me, Irene?
[With a touch of jesting bitterness.] From the moment I realised that I had given away to you something rather indispensable, Arnold. Something one ought never to part with.
[Bowing his head.] Yes, that is bitterly true. You gave me three or four years of your youth.
More, more than that I gave you—spend-thrift as I then was.
Yes, you were prodigal, Irene. You gave me all your naked loveliness—
IRENE. —to gaze upon—
PROFESSOR RUBEK. —and to glorify—