"Are you not afraid?" She managed to form the words with stiffened lips.
"Afraid?" He stared at her. "No; neither are you. You'll do it, too, some day. If you don't want to now, you will later; if you have any doubts left they won't last. We have no choice; it's in us. We don't belong here, Helen; we're different. We didn't know until we'd tried to live like other people, and everything went wrong." A glint of humour came into his eyes. "I've made up my mind that we're extra-terrestrial—something external and foreign to this particular star. I think it's time to ask for a transfer and take the star ahead."
Not a muscle moved in her expressionless face; he shrugged and drew out his watch.
"I'm sorry, Helen—"
"Is it time to go?"
"Yes.... Why do you stick to that little cockney pup?"
"I don't know."
"You ruined a decent man to pick him out of the gutter. Why don't you drop him back?"
"I don't know."
"Do you—ah—care for him?"