PROFESSOR RUBEK.

You shall see that day will dawn and lighten for us both.

IRENE.

Do not believe that.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Urgently.] I do believe it!  And I know it!  Now that I have found you again—–­

IRENE.

Risen from the grave.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Transfigured!

IRENE.

Only risen, Arnold.  Not transfigured.

    [He crosses over to her by means of stepping-stones below the
       cascade.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Where have you been all day, Irene?

IRENE.

[Pointing.] Far, far over there, on the great dead waste—–­

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Turning the conversation.] You have not your—­your friend with you to-day, I see.

IRENE.

[Smiling.] My friend is keeping a close watch on me, none the less.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Can she?

IRENE.

[Glancing furtively around.] You may be sure she can—­wherever I may go.  She never loses sight of me—­ [Whispering.] Until, one fine sunny morning, I shall kill her.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Would you do that?

IRENE.

With the utmost delight—­if only I could manage it.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Why do you want to?

IRENE.

Because she deals in witchcraft. [Mysteriously.] Only think, Arnold—­ she has changed herself into my shadow.

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Trying to calm her.] Well, well, well—­a shadow we must all have.

IRENE.

I am my own shadow. [With an outburst.] Do you not understand that!

PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Sadly.] Yes, yes, Irene, I understand.

    [He seats himself on a stone beside the brook.  She stands behind
       him, leaning against the wall of rock.

IRENE.

[After a pause.] Why do you sit there turning your eyes away from me?