"It says," she read, "not much is known about Antimony IX divers because none have ever been known to leave their planet."
"They probably need the stimulus of an educated mind," I said. "Anyway, this one can get diamonds from Jupiter and so on, and that's what matters."
I kissed the wife of the President of Sol Jones Intragalactic and was interrupted by discreet tapping on the door. The manager of the Asteroid-Central beamed at us.
"Excuse," he said. "But we understand you have just been married, Mr. and Mrs. Jones."
"Irrevocably," I said.
"Felicitations. The Asteroid-Central will be sending up complimentary euphorics. There is just a small point, Mr. Jones. We notice you have a large selection of valuable gifts for the bride."
He looked round the room and smiled at the piles of stuff Florence had thought of.
"Of course," he went on, "we trust your stay will be pleasant and perhaps you will let us know if you will be wanting anything else."
"I expect we will, but we'll let you know," I said.