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Maia.
[Eagerly, drawing her chair nearer him.] There, you see, Rubek! We had much better get away again! As quickly as ever we can.
Professor Rubek.
[Somewhat impatiently.] Well, well, that is what we intend to do, my dear Maia. You know that.
Maia.
But why not now—at once? Only think how cosy and comfortable we could be down there, in our lovely new house
Professor Rubek.
[Smiles indulgently.] We ought by rights to say: our lovely new <g>home</g>.
Maia.
[Shortly.] I prefer to say <g>house</g>—let us keep to that.
Professor Rubek.
[His eyes dwelling on her.] You are really a strange little person.
Maia.
Am I so strange?
Professor Rubek.
Yes, I think so.
