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Maia.

[Sits for some time as though waiting for the Professor to say something, then lets her paper drop with a deep sigh.] Oh dear, dear, dear——!

Professor Rubek.

[Looks up from his paper.] Well, Maia? What is the matter with you?

Maia.

Just listen how silent it is here.

Professor Rubek.

[Smiles indulgently.] And you can hear that?

Maia.

What?

Professor Rubek.

The silence?

Maia.

Yes, indeed I can.

Professor Rubek.

Well, perhaps you are right, mein Kind. One can really hear the silence.

Maia.

Heaven knows you can—when it's so absolutely overpowering as it is here——

Professor Rubek.

Here at the Baths, you mean?