Irene. [Carried away by passion.] No, no—up in the light, and in all the glittering glory! Up to the Peak of Promise! Professor Rubek. There we will hold our marriage-feast, Irene—oh, my beloved! Irene. [Proudly.] The sun may freely look on us, Arnold. Professor Rubek. All the powers of light may freely look on us—and all the powers of darkness too. [Seizes her hand.] Will you then follow me, oh my grace-given bride? Irene. [As though transfigured.] I follow you, freely and gladly, my lord and master! Professor Rubek. [Drawing her along with him.] We must first pass through the mists, Irene, and then Irene. Yes, through all the mists, and then right up to the summit of the tower that shines in the sunrise. [The mist-clouds close in over the scene—Professor Rubek and {{small caps|Irene</sc>, hand in hand, climb up over the snow-field to
