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.
Professor Rubek.
[With attention.] Who is it that’s not an artist?
Maia.
[Again in a sleepy tone.] Why, he—the other one, of course.
Professor Rubek.
The bear-hunter, you mean?