"Richard, you've never done badly at any time. Do you think I could love a man who was all flattery and blather?"
"I've always loved you, Joan."
"I know, Richard my darling."
"If only it didn't have to end."
"It will be over swiftly, dearest. They'll take us out into the mist and into one of their nests, but we'll be beyond pain ten seconds after the atmosphere enters our lungs. Darnel and Dawson are at peace now."
"But we could have gone on, and—" I broke off in stunned bewilderment.
The vibrating wings of the wasps beneath me seemed to be casting less massive shadows on the walls of the pilot chamber. The wasps themselves seemed to be—
My heart gave a sudden, violent leap. For perhaps ten seconds utter incredulity enveloped me. Unmistakably the wasps had grown smaller, dimmer.
Even as I stared they continued to dwindle, shedding their awesome contours and becoming no larger than ourselves.
"Good God!" I exclaimed.