Maia.
[Looks innocently at him.] My dear Rubek—is it worth while to make all this fuss and commotion about so simple a matter?
Professor Rubek.
Do you think this matter is so absolutely simple?
Maia.
Yes, certainly I think so. Do you attach yourself to whoever you most require. [Nods to him.] I shall always manage to find a place for myself.
Professor Rubek.
Where do you mean?
Maia.
[Unconcerned, evasively.] Well—I need only take myself off to the villa, if it should be necessary. But it won't be; for in town—in all that great house of ours—there must surely, with a little good will, be room enough for three.
Professor Rubek.
[Uncertainly.] And do you think that would work in the long run?
Maia.
[In a light tone.] Very well, then—if it won't work, it won't. It is no good talking about it.
