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[''Sits for some time as though waiting for the to say something, then lets her paper drop with a deep sigh.''] Oh dear, dear, dear!

[Looks up from his paper.] Well, Maia? What is the matter with you?

Just listen how silent it is here.

[Smiles indulgently.] And you can hear that?

What?

The silence?

Yes, indeed I can.

Well, perhaps you are right, mein Kind. One can really hear the silence.

Heaven knows you can—when it's so absolutely overpowering as it is here

Here at the Baths, you mean?