with me.


MAIA.

[Rises and goes to him.] Yes, there is, Rubek. I am sure you must
feel it yourself.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Why my dearest Maia--what should be amiss with me?


MAIA.

[Behind him, bending over the back of his chair.] That you must tell
me. You have begun to wander about without a moment's peace. You
cannot rest anywhere--neither at home nor abroad. You have become
quite misanthropic of late.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[With a touch of sarcasm.] Dear me--have you noticed that?


MAIA.

No one that knows you can help noticing it. And then it seems to me