IIThe Astronomer entered the dining room with decorum. He felt very much the guest.
He said, “Where are the youngsters? My son isn't in his room.”
The Industrialist smiled. “They've been out for hours. However, breakfast was forced into them among the women some time ago, so there is nothing to worry about. Youth, Doctor, youth!”
“Youth!” The word seemed to depress the Astronomer.
They ate breakfast in silence. The Industrialist said once, “You really think they'll come. The day looks so—normal.”
The Astronomer said, “They'll come.”
That was all.
Afterward the Industrialist said, “You'll pardon me. I can't conceive your playing so elaborate a hoax. You really spoke to them?”
“As I speak to you. At least, in a sense. They can project thoughts.”
“I gathered that must be so from your
