Irene.
But there must be no harpoon-men on board.
Professor Rubek.
No, there shall be no harpoon-men. [Smiles to her.] Can you remember the summer when we used to sit like this outside the little peasant hut on the Lake of Taunitz?
Irene.
[Nods.] On Saturday evenings, yes,—when we had finished our week's work
Professor Rubek.
—And taken the train out to the lake—to stay there over Sunday
Irene.
[With an evil gleam of hatred in her eyes.] It was an episode, Arnold.
Professor Rubek.
[As if not hearing.] Then, too, you used to set birds swimming in the brook. They were water-lilies which you
Irene.
They were white swans.
Professor Rubek.
I meant swans, yes. And I remember that I fastened a great furry leaf to one of the swans. It looked like a burdock-leaf
