Blunt smiled smugly. He began his recital. He was walking along the street and he met this gorgeous creature. A full description followed (broken by the arrival of the Colonel and two paragraphs of the DECLINE AND FALL) making it clear that this was the dish of dishes, the most beautiful of the beautiful, the most charming, and the most intelligent. She allowed herself to be addressed in Blunt’s few words of Engrahamic and, smiling ever patiently, sat with him for several hours. Their talk took place in a secluded bower, in one of the many parks. She was agreeable and charmed and promised to see him again. He even managed, through terrific feats of pantomime, to impress on her the need of secrecy in future meetings. "That was all?" someone said, when he finished. "For the first meeting, I think I did wonders," said Blunt. "After all, sex hasn’t been known here since a time corresponding to our Stone Age." Later, when the nightly poker game was beginning, Willy Lanham said, "Why didn’t you just make a grab for her?" "That’s the hill-billy approach," Blunt said disdainfully. "These girls are civilized—very, very civilized. It’s important not to shock them." ———— Blunt’s next gambit was to set about learning the language. For this he went not to Flandeau, who best knew it, but to Ankers, who was a pure scientist in every sense of the word, and not so likely to suspect his motives. The girl proved very cultured. She took him to art galleries, to symphonies, and mountain climbing, for scrambling up and down the glassy hills was a favorite Engrahamic sport. As he advanced in the language, he learned that her name was Catataphinaria, which meant "she will attain relative wisdom". He found that she worked for the Eleven who, while not rulers, offered general suggestions which the populace more or less followed. Although his slow progress inevitably bored the crew, still, it offered that one precious ray of hope, and they became so tractable that even the Doctors noticed it. They laid it to the secret ingredient that Dr. Frank had introduced into the drinking water. The summer wore on, becoming hotter each day. By the end of the second month of his courtship, Blunt began to speak to her of love. She laughed. She said that she had little curiosity on the subject, although it was now and then mentioned by the students of antiquity. Assured that it was pleasurable, she said that she heard that barbarians also enjoyed murdering people and making them butts of jokes. Willy Lanham said, "Don’t listen to what a girl _says_. Just make a grab for her." This suggestion was laughed to scorn. Weeks passed, the summer began to wane. Tempers again began to shorten. Flandeau said to Frank, "The men are worse again." "Yes, perhaps we should increase the dosage." The fruits for the Joy-Juicer grew thin on the silvery bushes, and men ranged far and wide, putting in supplies for the winter.