with a slightly different arrangement of adjectives?"will you shut off the screen and let me in?" "No use in doing that"" said Arcadia. "You"re probably thinking of a different house, because I"m not the kind of girl who lets strange men into their ... her bedroom this time of night." Her eyes, as she said it, took on a heavy-lidded sultriness ?or an unreasonable facsimile thereof. All traces of humor whatever had disappeared from the young stranger"s face. He muttered, "This is Dr. Darell"s house, isn"t it?" "Why should I tell you?" "Oh, Galaxy?Good-by? "If you jump off, young man, I will personally give the alarm." (This was intended as a refined and sophisticated thrust of irony, since to Arcadia"s enlightened eyes, the intruder was an obviously mature thirty, at least ?quite elderly, in fact.) Quite a pause. Then, tightly, he said, "Well, now, look here, girlie, if you don"t want me to stay, and don"t want me to go, what do you want me to do?" "You can come in, I suppose. Dr. Darell does live here. I鎶 shut off the screen now." Warily, after a searching look, the young man poked his hand through the window, then hunched himself up and through it. He brushed at his knees with an angry, slapping gesture, and lifted a reddened face at her. "You"re quite sure that your character and reputation won"t suffer when they find me here, are you?" "Not as much as yours would, because just as soon as I hear footsteps outside, I"ll just shout and yell and say you forced your way in here." "Yes?" he replied with heavy courtesy, "And how do you intend to explain the shut-off protective screen?" "Poof! That would be easy. There wasn"t any there in the first place." The man"s eyes were wide with chagrin. "That was a bluff? How old are you, kid?" "I consider that a very impertinent question, young man. And I am not accustomed to being addressed as "kid."" "I don"t wonder. You"re probably the Mule"s grandmother in disguise. Do you mind if I leave now before you arrange a lynching party with myself as star performer?" "You had better not leave ?because my father"s expecting you." The man"s look became a wary one, again. An eyebrow shot up as he said, lightly, "Oh? Anyone with your father?" "No." "Anyone called on him lately?" "Only tradespeople ?and you." "Anything unusual happen at all?" "Only you." "Forget me, will you? No, don"t forget me. Tell me, how did you know your father was expecting me?" "Oh, that was easy. Last week, he received a Personal Capsule, keyed to him personally, with a self-oxidizing message, you know. He threw the capsule shell into the Trash Disinto, and yesterday, he gave Poli ?that"s our maid, you see ?a month"s vacation so she could visit her sister in Terminus City, and this afternoon, he made up the bed in the spare room. So I knew he expected somebody that I wasn"t supposed to know anything about. Usually, he tells me everything." "Really! I"m surprised he has to. I should think you"d know everything before he tells you." "I usually do." Then she laughed. She was beginning to feel very much at ease. The visitor was elderly, but very distinguished-looking with curly brown hair and very blue eyes. Maybe she could meet somebody like that again, sometimes, when she was old herself. "And just how," he asked, "did you know it was I he expected." "Well, who else could it be? He was expecting somebody in so secrety a way, if you know what I mean ?and then you come gumping around trying to sneak through windows, instead of walking through the front door, the way you would if you had any sense." She remembered a favorite line, and used it promptly. "Men are so stupid!"