Maia.
[With an outburst.] And heaven knows I don't want them to be, either!
Professor Rubek.
I know that very well.—And it was with no idea of finding any such help in my life-work that I married you.
Maia.
[Observing him closely.] I can see in your face that you are thinking of some one else.
Professor Rubek.
Indeed? I have never noticed before that you were a thought-reader. But you can see that, can you?
Maia.
Yes, I can. Oh, I know you so well, so well, Rubek.
Professor Rubek.
Then perhaps you can also see who it is I am thinking of?
Maia.
Yes, indeed I can.
Professor Rubek.
Well? Have the goodness to?
Maia.
You are thinking of that—that model you once used for—[Suddenly letting slip the train of thought.] Do you know, the people down at the hotel think she's mad.
