[PROFESSOR RUBEK is sitting on the bench, with a plaid over his
shoulders, and looking down at the children's play.
[Presently, MAIA comes forward from among some bushes on the upland
to the left, well back, and scans the prospect with her hand
shading her eyes. She wears a flat tourist cap, a short skirt,
kilted up, reaching only midway between ankle and knee, and high,
stout lace-boots. She has in her hand a long alpenstock.
[At last catches sight of RUBEK and calls.] Hallo!
[She advances over the upland, jumps over the brook, with the
aid of her alpenstock, and climbs up the hillock.
[Panting.] Oh, how I have been rushing around looking for you, Rubek.
[Nods indifferently and asks.] Have you just come from the hotel?
Yes, that was the last place I tried—that fly-trap.
[Looking at her for moment.] I noticed that you were not at the dinner-table.
No, we had our dinner in the open air, we two.
"We two"? What two?