When they were gone Miss Bestris turned to the silent room. In quite passable Esperanto she said, "I--am sorry. A misunderstanding. I assure you, nothing. Go on with the party, and I'll see what I can do for the poor girl." She stood up and in her own language said, "Lively, girls! Smile! You, Rita, hurry and serve tea!" She made her exit. The spacemen grumbled among themselves, coughed uneasily, watched the closed door through which the Madame had gone. Listening, they could hear only a muted mumble of sing-song sounds in several voices. With determined animation, the girls moved about, smiled, chatted. Rita came in, wheeling the tea tray, and the girls converged on it, each trying to be the first to serve her escort. The tea was the Martian stuff, concocted of a kind of local hemp. The Earthmen found it harsh and bitter to the taste, but gentle on the soul. Anne had filled two cups and returned to the second mate when she caught sight of Mary coming down the stairs. On the lowest step, Mary stood for a long time; her eyes eagerly searched the crowd. Slowly a puzzled, hurt look came over her face. June came to her side after a little while. "Isn't he here?" "No. Not yet." "I'm sorry," June said, touching Mary's arm lightly. "It's all right. It's early yet. I'll just sit down by Miss Bestris' chair and wait for him." She turned from June and went to the chair. Before she could sit down, a space corporal came over, bowed, tried to take her hand. She shook her head. He smiled twistedly and walked stiffly away. Another man smiled at her. She shook her head slowly. Someone came in the front door, and she leaned forward. Then she slumped back limply. She heard a tinkly laugh. She looked in its direction. She met Anne's eyes, bright and amused. Just then Miss Bestris came in, her eyes angry and her cheeks flushed. She strode across the room. "Well," she said. "I'm glad to see you finally came down." She sank heavily into her chair. "Cresent's back. They just brought her in. The idiots came right in here with her. I'll bet I lost half-a-dozen customers. These Earthmen are sensitive about such things." Mary was still staring at the door; Miss Bestris looked down at her. "Well, what are you sitting here for?" "Please, Miss Bestris. I'm waiting for my special boy friend tonight." She snorted and looked away. "Why isn't he here?" "He will be." "He'd better. I'll let you wait another--half an hour. That's all." "Thank you, Miss Bestris. You're very kind to me." "I indulge you more than I ought to, child," she said. "More than is good for you, if the truth were known." A man came in; Mary stiffened and then relaxed. The mutter of voices blended into a steady hum. More couples were dancing. Miss Bestris moved around the room. The music was tinny. Another man came in. "Your time's up," the Madame told Mary. "Please, let me just wait for another few minutes."