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These cases, however, were not used for taking photographs; Billie thought them more like some kind of condensed rapid-fire guns. Before Powart got within ear-shot, Mona leaned toward Fort. "This is my fiance," she said with an evident effort; and when she straightened up her hands were trembling. Fort took it astonishingly well.
He sat down, and immediately a white-haired man with a wide, complacent type of face arose and declared: "No reflection is felt, sir. On the contrary, I am exceedingly glad that Mr. Powart is to take my place. I only wish that the commission felt free to discard its rule of choosing by lots; I should like to present Mr. Powart with the chair for as long a period as he would care to fill it."
"I agree," from the man who had been Powart's predecessor. Apparently these ten men had nearly dispensed with parlimentary rules. "What are the prospects, Powart?" "First rate. Runled's old space-boat has been renovated recently, and I understand that enough of the required materials have been mined to insure one round trip."
He paused; a gleam of mischief flashed into his eyes a kind of final come-back. "Next time I rescue you, young lady, I shall let you get hurt ever so much worse, so that I can have an excuse to call more than I have so far!" His face sobered swiftly. "I nearly forgot. May I congratulate you upon your engagement? Mr. Powart is a very fine man." "Thank you; so he is.
He concealed any hint of his feelings as the chairman was introduced. Powart gave him a single penetrating glance, then advanced in his sure, self-confident way, and took both the girl's hands in his own. She remained in her seat. "I am very glad to see you looking so well. Do you feel fully recovered, Mona?" "Yes, thank you," coolly. "Or perhaps I should say, thanks to Mr. Fort, here."
Moreover, conditions are no better than they were a hundred years ago. There's been no progress. Powart admits that. "Now, placing that fact alongside the rest, I reach this conclusion: that the people of Capallette, no matter what may have been their experience in the past, do not now care for revolutionary ideas. They want standardization, not change.
Powart gave Fort one of his piercing looks, but showed no sign of irritation as he replied: "All reports satisfactory. We shall have our little fireworks promptly on the second." Then to Mona: "Sorry I cannot invite you aboard my ship; but I shall be so occupied with the ceremonial end of this, you know, that " "Of course," instantly.
Billie decided that he was the steadier, the more reliable of the two; also, the least likable, for that very reason. Infallibility is a fearsome thing. The mother arose with some remark about going into the gardens, and Fort offered his arm. Powart took their going purely as a matter of course, and continued to stand he seldom sat down directly in front of Mona.
He took his seat amid a general murmur of approval, while nine pair of eyes were turned in unison upon the pair Van Emmon was sharing. His agent, then, was chairman of some sort of a council, known as "the commission." Powart got to his feet. Even in this simple act his motions were swift and sure; they harmonized perfectly with the way he talked. "Thanks, both you.
Remember what sort of people the working classes of Capellette were? Smith's 'agent' was typical a helpless nincompoop, not fit to govern himself!" The geologist strove to keep his patience. "However," remarked Kinney, "the chap whose mind I used was no fool." "Nor was Billie's agent, the woman surgeon," agreed Van Emmon, "even if she did prefer 'the Devolutionist' to Powart.