Maia.
You are thinking of that—that model you once used for—[Suddenly letting slip the train of thought.] Do you know, the people down at the hotel think she’s mad.
Professor Rubek.
Indeed? And pray what do the people down at the hotel think of you and the bear-killer?
Maia.
That has nothing to do with the matter. [Continuing the former train of thought.] But it was this pale lady you were thinking of.
Professor Rubek.
[Calmly.] Precisely, of her.—When I had no more use for her—and when, besides, she went away from me—vanished without a word——
Maia.
Then you accepted me as a sort of makeshift, I suppose?