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---