The Inspector.
[Interrupting.] We know your ways of old. [Turning.] Can I give the waiter any orders, Professor? Can I send Mrs. Rubek anything? Professor Rubek. No thank you; nothing for me. Maia. Nor for me. [The Inspector goes into the hotel.
Ulfheim.
[Stares at them a moment; then lifts his hat.] Why, blast me if here isn't a country tyke that has strayed into regular tip-top society.
Professor Rubek.
[Looking up.] What do you mean by that, Mr. Ulfheim?
Ulfheim.
[More quietly and politely.] I believe I have the honour of addressing no less a person than the great Sculptor Rubek.
Professor Rubek.
[Nods.] I remember meeting you once or twice—the autumn when I was last at home.
Ulfheim.
That's many years ago now, though. And then you weren't so illustrious as I hear you've
