since become. At that time even a dirty bear-hunter might venture to come near you.
Professor Rubek.
[Smiling.] I don't bite even now. Maia. [Looks with interest at Ulfheim.] Are you really and truly a bear-hunter? Ulfheim. [Seating himself at the next table, nearer the hotel.] A bear-hunter when I have the chance, madam. But I make the best of any sort of game that comes in my way—eagles, and wolves, and women, and elks, and reindeer—if only it's fresh and juicy and has plenty of blood in it. [Drinks from his pocket-flask.
Maia.
[Regarding him fixedly.] But you like bear-hunting best?
Ulfheim.
I like it best, yes. For then one can have the knife handy at a pinch. [With a slight smile.] We both work in a hard material, madam—both your husband and I. He struggles with his marble blocks, I daresay; and I struggle with tense and quivering bear-sinews. And we both of us win the fight in the end—subdue and master our material. We never rest till we've got the upper hand of it, though it fight never so hard.
