"I guess so." The constraint she felt in his presence was strong upon her. And she had been through a little too much too quickly. She said, "What about Revere?" "He'll be back on the job in a little while," he said. "From what he told me before he went under this afternoon he wants to mate up with Lao Mei-O'Connell." "That'll be fine," said Lynne, feeling suddenly very lonely. "But what happens to me?" "One _zwirchy_ guess!" he said, bringing his other arm into play. "But if you drive off the aliens, why are you going to need telepaths?" She felt robbed of a fascinating new career before it was even begun. "Don't you believe it," he told her. "Telepathy is going to be the keystone of the entire Martian culture. Now that we shan't have to confine people like you and Revere and me to communications we can use them a thousand other ways. Think of what telepathy will mean in education, in therapy, in sheer honesty and understanding! "Besides...." He looked thoughtfully at the star-studded sky. "Man isn't always going to be limited to two puny planets. We've still to get a settlement working on Venus. And out there somewhere are the moons of Saturn and Jupiter. Think of how easy it will make the task if we have telepaths ready-made!" He paused, forced her to look at him, said, "How about it, honey?" She said, "You must be in love with your own voice--you didn't really have to _say_ any of that. But watch what you think!"