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Irene.

[With a glad cry of deliverance.] At last! Professor Rubek. [Springs up.] Irene—what is it! Irene. [Motioning him off.] Keep still, still, still! [Draws a deep breath and says, as though relieved of a burden.] There! Now they let me go. For this time.—Now we can sit down and talk as we used to—when I was alive. Professor Rubek. Oh, if only we could talk as we used to. Irene. Sit there, where you were sitting. I will sit here beside you. [He sits down again. She seats herself on another stone, close to him.

Irene.

[After a short interval of silence.] Now I have come back to you from the uttermost regions, Arnold.

Professor Rubek.

Aye, truly, from an endless journey.

Irene.

Come home to my lord and master——