scent to the left. Her eyes are immovably fixed on Irene.
Irene.
[Rises and says softly.] We must part then. No, you must remain sitting. Do you hear? You must not go with me. [Bends over him and whispers.] Till we meet again—to-night—on the upland. Professor Rubek. And you will come, Irene? Irene. Yes, surely I will come. Wait for me here. Professor Rubek. [Repeats dreamily.] Summer night on the upland. With you. With you. [His eyes meet hers.] Oh, Irene—that might have been our life.—And that we have forfeited—we two. Irene. We see the irretrievable only when— [Breaks off.
Professor Rubek.
[Looks inquiringly at her.] When?
Irene.
When we dead awaken.
Professor Rubek.
[Shakes his head mournfully.] What do we really see then?
