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Professor Rubek.

The day came when I could afford it easily enough; and so I bought it.

Irene.

[With a sidelong look at him.] Then do you live out there now—in our old house?

Professor Rubek.

No, I have had it pulled down long ago. And I have built myself a great, handsome, comfortable villa on the site—with a park around it. It is there that we—[Stops and corrects himself.]—there that I usually live during the summer.

Irene.

[Mastering herself.] So you and—and the other one live out there now?

Professor Rubek.

[With a touch of defiance.] Yes. When my wife and I are not travelling—as we are this year.

Irene.

[Looking far before her.] Life was beautiful, beautiful by the Lake of Taunitz.

Professor Rubek.

[As though looking back into himself.] And yet, Irene——

Irene.

[Completing his thought]—yet we two let slip all that life and its beauty.