[Eludes him and measures him with a glance.] Do you know what you look like, Mr. Ulfheim?
Ulfheim.
I should think I’m probably most like myself.
Maia.
Yes, there you’re exactly right. For you’re the living image of a faun.
Ulfheim.
A faun?
Maia.
Yes, precisely; a faun.
Ulfheim.