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Wherever you go at home here, it seems to me. Of course there was noise and bustle enough in the town. But I don't know how it is—even the noise and bustle seemed to have something dead about it.

[With a searching glance.] You don't seem particularly glad to be at home again, Maia?

[Looks at him.] Are you glad?

[Evasively.] I?

Yes, you, who have been so much, much further away than I. Are you entirely happy, now that you are at home again?

No—to be quite candid—perhaps not entirely happy

[With animation.] There, you see! Didn't I know it!

I have perhaps been too long abroad. I have drifted quite away from all this—this home life.