Professor Rubek.
You don't notice it till afterwards—when the excitement is over
Maia.
[In a drowsy tone.] Just so. I will lie and close my eyes. [A short pause.
Maia.
[With sudden impatience.] Ugh, Rubek—how can you endure to sit there listening to these children's screams! And to watch all the capers they are cutting, too!
Professor Rubek.
There is something harmonious—almost like music—in their movements, now and then; amid all the clumsiness. And it amuses me to sit and watch for these isolated moments—when they come.
Maia.
[With a somewhat scornful laugh.] Yes, you are always, always an artist.
Professor Rubek.
And I propose to remain one.
Maia.
[Lying on her side, so that her back is turned to him.] There's not a bit of the artist about him.
