"Be glad for yourself, Senbot, because Stet will have to let you conduct the column your way from now on. Either it'll supplement my work in the Terrestrial papers or he'll look like a fool. And you do hate looking like a fool, don't you, Stet?" He didn't answer. "Better give up, Stet." She turned to Drosmig. "Well, good-by, Senbot--or, rather, so long. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again. Good-by, Stet. No hard feelings, I hope?" He neither moved nor spoke. "Well ... good-by, then," she said. The door closed. Stet stared after her. The forgotten umbrella dripped forlornly in the corner.