"Captain McHenry, could you come back to the hospital right away?"
"Not right away, Sue." Sue! No wonder he had found it so easy to walk out! She looked at the trim girl with hating eyes. The intercom said, "You know I've got course-correction computations from here to yonder. Give me another forty minutes."
"I think," said Sue Eagen into the mike, "that the computations can wait."
"The hell you do!" The red contact light on the intercom went out.
"He'll be right here," said Miss Eagen.
Marcia sat up slowly, clumsily. Miss Eagen did not offer to help. Marcia's hands strayed to her hair, patted it futilely.
He came in, moving fast and purposefully, as always. "Sue, what in time do you think you—Marcia!" His dark face broke into a delighted grin and he put his arms out. "You—you're here—here, on my ship!"
"I'm pregnant, Jack," she said. She put out a hand to ward him off. She couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he had his arms around her.
"You are? You—we—" He turned to Miss Eagen, who nodded once, her face wooden. "Just find it out?"