Professor Rubek.
And what shall we do then, Maia—if it does not work?
Maia.
[Untroubled.] Then we two will simply get out of each other's way—part entirely. I shall always find something new for myself, somewhere in the world. Something free! Free! Free!—No need to be anxious about that, Professor Rubek! [Suddenly points off to the right.] Look there! There we have her.
Professor Rubek.
[Turning.] Where?
Maia.
Out on the plain. Striding—like a marble statue. She is coming this way.
Professor Rubek.
[Stands gazing with his hand over his eyes.] Does not she look like the Resurrection incarnate? [To himself.] And her I could displace—and move into the shade! Remodel her—. Fool that I was!
Maia.
What do you mean by that?
Professor Rubek.
[Putting the question aside.] Nothing. Nothing that you would understand.
