Professor Rubek.
Have you only just discovered it?
Maia.
No, I have seen it for long.
Professor Rubek.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] One doesn’t grow younger. One doesn’t grow younger, Frau Maia.
Maia.
It’s not that sort of ugliness that I mean at all. But there has come to be such an expression of fatigue, of utter weariness, in your eyes—when you deign, once in a while, to cast a glance at me.
Professor Rubek.
Have you noticed that?