“Very few.”
“Then you have still no friend but Vestné?”
I laughed.
“I was not aware that she was my friend.”
“But,” said he, whimsically, “Vestné is very charming.”
“Maybe, to those who understand her—I do not.”
“And yet she moves on far straighter lines than the women on earth.”
“That may be again. But here the straight lines and the crooked are so intertwined one cannot distinguish either.”
He shook his head.
“Genius,” he remarked, “you are looking ill.”