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.
[Irene advances from the right over the upland. The children at their play have already caught sight of her and run to meet her. She is now surrounded by them; some appear confident and at ease, others uneasy and timid. She talks low to them and indicates that they are to go down to the hotel; she herself will rest a little beside the brook. The children run down over the slope to the left, half way to the back. Irene goes up to the wall of rock, and lets the rillets of the cascade flow over her hands, cooling them.
Maia.