Finished, I stretched out in the dry grass that crackled under me, intending to take a nap. Daphne turned his head and whispered with irritation, "You people are making too much noise. Go on back to the ship until I get a line on what we're after." His wife shrugged, and we turned back, leaving the picnic debris with Daphne. When we reached the ship, she tossed her head and breathed deeply. "I like it out here. The air--it's--wonderful." We sought the shade on the far side, out of view of the crouching Major and lay side by side facing each other. It was the first time we had been alone since the moment in the galley. I was determined not to upset her again, but she kept her gaze on my eyes, waiting, expectant. This time I answered _her_ unasked question. "No. You're oxygen drunk. Besides, there's no future in it," I said bluntly. "I know him," she said softly. "He won't return until dark. This may be our last chance to--to find out about each other." "Find out what?" Her lips drew into a faint pout. "Aren't you curious--about me?" While I was strangling for an answer she went on, "And I must discover whether you are worth doing now what I must do some day." Her lips were tight now. "What is that?" She didn't answer, but she moved her head closely until her breath was sweet in my nostrils. My discretion vanished and I reached for her. Our lips met but she held our bodies apart with her hands. It was quite different. The kiss was long and exploring and thoughtful and when my pressure against her fending hands grew more than she could bear she rolled free and jumped to her feet. "It is worth it," she declared looking down at me with clenched fists and wide eyes, and for the first time I understood why the Major remained married to this lovely creature in spite of her rejection of him. Watching her graceful limbs as she mounted the ramp I felt sorry for Daphne, an emotion I had thought impossible. But here was a man, foolishly wealthy in every respect but the one which counted most. My pity was short-lived. The night was short, but we slept less than half of it. Daphne chattered about the orange animal excitedly and made plans for the hunt. "There are few of them around these parts," he said, "or else the herds of herbivores would be wiped out. We'll have to stake out bait to draw one, probably. Usually have to anyway." * * * * * He cleaned his rifle four times and paced the salon impatiently awaiting dawn. Finally he glanced at his chronometer and told his wife, "Get Suchane--the darkest one. See that she's scrubbed down, well. No perfume, understand?" It was the first time he had mentioned one of the girls to Annellica by name and she paled. I wondered why taking a "niece" on the hunt with us bothered her after the comportment I had witnessed on the trip.