She rose slowly, as if the eight months' burden was at last beginning to drain her strength.
"All right. But I'm submitting our baby to this experiment only under protest. If anything happens to it, a potential citizen...."
He spun around. "A written protest?"
"I've already sent it in."
"You little fool! Do you want to wreck everything I've worked for?"
Tears filled her eyes.
"James! Does the possible harm to our baby mean nothing to you? Only the medals, the promotions, the power?"
"Nonsense! There's no danger! If there were, wouldn't I know it? Come along now!"
But she did not follow him through the door. Instead, she stood with her face against the wall, her shoulders shaking.