[Jestingly.] Thanks! And all the ill-luck in the world over you and your hunting!
[Roaring with laughter.] There now, that is a wish worth having!
[Laughing.] Thanks, thanks, thanks, Professor!
[They have both crossed the
visible portion of the upland, and go
out through the bushes to the right.
[After a short pause.] A summer night on the upland! Yes, that would have been life!
[Suddenly, with a wild expression in her eyes.] Will you spend a summer night on the upland—with me?
[Stretching his arms wide.] Yes, yes,—come!
My adored lord and master!
[Hoarsely, smiling and groping in her breast.] It will be only an episode— [Quickly, whispering.] Hush!—do not look round, Arnold!
[Also in a low voice.] What is it?
A face that is staring at me.
[Turns involuntarily.] Where! [With a start.] Ah—–!
[The SISTER OF MERCY’s
head is partly visible among the bushes
beside the descent to the left. Her eyes are immovably fixed
[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.
And you will come, Irene?
Yes, surely I will come. Wait for me here.
[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.
We see the irretrievable only when—