PROFESSOR RUBEK.

What will you bring me home from the hunting, Maia?


MAIA.

You shall have a bird of prey to model. I shall wing one for you.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Laughs mockingly and bitterly.] Yes, to wing things--without knowing
what you are doing--that has long been quite in your way.


MAIA.

[Tossing her head.] Oh, just let me take care of myself for the
future, and I wish you then--! [Nods and laughs roguishly.]
Good-bye--and a good, peaceful summer night on the upland!


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Jestingly.] Thanks! And all the ill-luck in the world over you and
your hunting!