[Not understanding.] Maia—–?
—for here she is, you see. And no doubt it’s on account of this casket that she has come.
I have not said a single word to her on this subject!
[Looks innocently at him.] My dear Rubek—is it worth while to make all this fuss and commotion about so simple a matter?
Do you think this matter is so absolutely simple?
Yes, certainly I think so. Do you attach yourself to whoever you most require. [Nods to him.] I shall always manage to find a place for myself.
Where do you mean?
[Unconcerned, evasively.] Well—I need only take myself off to the villa, if it should be necessary. But it won’t be; for in town—in all that great house of ours—there must surely, with a little good will, be room enough for three.
[Uncertainly.] And do you think that would work in the long run?
[In a light tone.] Very well, then—if it won’t work, it won’t. It is no good talking about it.
And what shall we do then, Maia—if it does not work?
[Untroubled.] Then we two will simply get out of each other’s way— part entirely. I shall always find something new for myself, somewhere in the world. Something free! Free! Free!—No need to be anxious about that, Professor Rubek! [Suddenly points off to the right.] Look there! There we have her.
Out on the plain. Striding—like a marble stature. She is coming this way.
[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!
What do you mean by that?