MAIA.

[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.

A faun! Isn't that a sort of monster? Or a kind of a wood demon, as