Presently Maia comes forward from among some bushes on the upland to the left, well back, and scans the prospect with her hand shading her eyes. She wears a flat tourist cap, a short skirt, kilted up, reaching only midway between ankle and knee, and high, stout lace-boots. She has in her hand a long alpenstock.
Maia.
[At last catches sight of Rubek and calls.] Hallo! [She advances over the upland, jumps over the brook, with the aid of her alpenstock, and climbs up the hillock.
Maia.
[Panting.] Oh, how I have been rushing around looking for you, Rubek.
Professor Rubek.
[Nods indifferently and asks.] Have you just come from the hotel?
Maia.
Yes, that was the last place I tried—that flytrap.
Professor Rubek.
[Looking at her for a moment.] I noticed that you were not at the dinner-table.
Maia.
No, we had our dinner in the open air, we two.
