“Yes. I think so.... As I was saying, Miss Prince, you’ll enjoy Mars. A strange, aggressively forward-looking people.”
An oppression seemed on her. She stirred in her chair.
“Yes, they are,” she said vaguely. “My brother and I know many Martians in Great-New York.” She checked herself abruptly. Was she sorry she had said that? It seemed so.
Miko was coming back. He stopped this time before us.
“Your brother would see you, Anita. He sent me to bring you to his room.”
The glance he shot me had a touch of insolence. I stood up, and he towered a head over me.
Anita said, “Oh yes. I’ll come.”
I bowed. “I will see you again, Miss Prince. I thank you for a pleasant half-hour.”
The Martian led her away. Her little figure was like a child with a giant. It seemed, as they passed the length of the deck with me staring after them, that he took her arm roughly. And that she shrank from him in fear.