[Jestingly.] Thanks! And all the ill-luck in the world over you and your hunting!
[Roaring with laughter.] There now, that is a wish worth having!
[Laughing.] Thanks, thanks, thanks, Professor!
[They have both crossed the visible portion of the upland, and go
out through the bushes to the right.
[After a short pause.] A summer night on the upland! Yes, that would have been life!
[Suddenly, with a wild expression in her eyes.] Will you spend a summer night on the upland—with me?
[Stretching his arms wide.] Yes, yes,—come!
My adored lord and master!
Oh, Irene!
[Hoarsely, smiling and groping in her breast.] It will be only an episode— [Quickly, whispering.] Hush!—do not look round, Arnold!