[Nods.] I remember meeting you once or twice—the autumn when I was last at home.
Ulfheim.
That’s many years ago now, though. And then you weren’t so illustrious as I hear you’ve since become. At that time even a dirty bear-hunter might venture to come near you.
Professor Rubek.
[Smiling.] I don’t bite even now.
Maia.
[Looks with interest at Ulfheim.] Are you really and truly a bear-hunter?
Ulfheim.
[Seating himself at the next table, nearer the hotel.] A bear-hunter when I have the chance, madam. But I make the best of any sort of game that comes in my way—eagles, and wolves, and women, and elks, and reindeer—if only it’s fresh and juicy and has plenty of blood in it.
[Drinks from his pocket-flask.