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---!