I_ have?

MAIA.

Yes, I seem to see them quite plainly.

ULFHEIM.

[Taking the dogs' leash out of his pocket.] Then I had better see about
tying you.

MAIA.

Have you gone quite mad? Would you tie me?

ULFHEIM.

If I am a demon, let me be a demon! So that's the way of it! You can see
the horns, can you?

MAIA.

[Soothingly.] There, there, there! Now try to behave nicely, Mr.
Ulfheim. [Breaking off.] But what has become of that hunting-castle
of yours, that you boasted so much of? You said it lay somewhere
hereabouts.

ULFHEIM.

[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your very
eyes.

MAIA.

[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!

ULFHEIM.

[Laughing in his beard.] It has harboured more than one king's daughter,
I can tell you.

MAIA.

Was it there that that horrid man you told me about came to the king's
daughter in the form of a bear?

ULFHEIM.

Yes, my fair companion of the chase--this is the scene. [With a gesture
of invitation.] If you would deign to enter--

MAIA.

Isch! If ever I set foot in it--! Isch!

ULFHEIM.

Oh, two people can doze away a summer night in there comfortably enough.
Or a whole summer, if it comes to that!

MAIA.

Thanks! One would need to have a pretty strong taste for that kind of
thing. [Impatiently.] But now I am tired both of you and the hunting
expedition. Now I am going down to the hotel--before people awaken down
there.

ULFHEIM.

How do you propose to get down from here?

MAIA.

That's your affair. There must be a way down somewhere or other, I
suppose.

ULFHEIM.

[Pointing towards the back.] Oh, certainly! There is a sort of
way--right down the face of the precipice yonder--

MAIA.

There, you see. With a little goodwill--

ULFHEIM. --but just you try if you dare go that way.

MAIA.

[Doubtfully.] Do you think I can't?

ULFHEIM.

Never in this world--if you don't let me help you.

MAIA.

[Uneasily.] Why, then come and help me! What else are you here for?

ULFHEIM.

Would you rather I should take you on my back--?

MAIA.

Nonsense!

ULFHEIM. --or carry you in my arms?

MAIA.

Now do stop talking that rubbish!

ULFHEIM.

[With suppressed exasperation.] I once took a young girl--lifted her up
from the mire of the streets and carried her in my arms. Next my heart I
carried her. So I would have borne her all through life--lest haply she
shou