Ermine nodded. "Of course you did. But I didn't almost miss you. I
was here ahead of you. I have no objection to your going to Mars, Mr.
Sollenar. _Laissez faire._ Provided I can go along."
"Well," Rufus Sollenar said. "Liqueur?" He gestured with his glass.
Ermine shook his head. "No, thank you," he said delicately.