"Sometimes women don't expect to have their snapped words taken to the letter."
"Are you carrying her banner?" asked Guy.
"Not exactly. I'm trying to be honest. And I think that Laura Greggor would make a good wife for you."
"Why?"
"Laura has background, money, friends. She has social standing. Also, I have a feeling that she has been sort of waiting for you. After all, she is a very desirable woman, and I doubt that she has been friendless all these years."
"She's twenty-six," said Guy absently. "Maybe you're right. It'll depend upon how she greets me."
"Any woman in her right mind would greet you affectionately," smiled Kane. "You're the Man of the Hour for fair. The Man Who. You're famous, Guy. Wealth is yours for the taking. Fame is yours already. They're talking about hitting Mars, and they're naming you as supreme commander. How do you like that?"
Guy shook his head. "I've had enough killing for one lifetime."
"You'll change that opinion," said Kane. "What you need is rest and relaxation."
"I'd like to get away from the whole business," said Maynard. "I'm beginning to hate the whole shebang."