"It's finished," he said. He looked faintly embarrassed. "We've come a long way together, haven't we?"
The girl nodded, slipped into the room.
His embarrassment mounted. "I was hoping ..." he began. "This is a good world now that the plant men are dead. We...."
"Yes?" said Jennifer.
He drew his breath. "Would you...."
"Yes," said Jennifer and the next moment she was in his arms. "A good slave always obeys her master."
Suddenly the door to the apartment was flung violently open. The Duchess charged into the room.
"Where's that bag of mine?" she demanded excitedly. "There's a ship sailing for Earth at seventeen-hundred." She dashed for her room. "Broadway, here I come!"