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Professor Rubek.
[After a short pause.] A summer night on the upland! Yes, that would have been life!
Irene.
[Suddenly, with a wild expression in her eyes.] Will you spend a summer night on the upland—with me?
Professor Rubek.
[Stretching his arms wide.] Yes, yes,—come!
Irene.
My adored lord and master!
Professor Rubek.
Oh, Irene!
Irene.
[Hoarsely, smiling and groping in her breast.] It will be only an episode—[Quickly, whispering.] Hush!—do not look round, Arnold!
Professor Rubek.
[Also in a low voice.] What is it?
Irene.
A face that is staring at me.
Professor Rubek.
[Turns involuntarily.] Where? [With a start.] Ah!
[The Sister of Mercy's head is partly visible
among the bushes beside the de-
