"In two hours? Don't be silly. We don't even know if they're named
FitzJohn today."
"Why not?"
"They may have changed their name--it's getting to be a fad nowadays.
The son may have changed his name as a part of that cover-up of his
past. Heaven only knows why not--"
"But we've got to split them up--whoever they are."
The C-S said: "Take hold of yourself. How are we going to separate
eleven million married people? Didn't you ever hear of Stability?"
"Can't we publish a warning and order everybody out of the park?"
"And let everybody know about the Prog Building?" I said. "You keep
forgetting Stability."
"Stability be damned! We can't let them have that conversation--and if
they do anyway, we can't let them have that boy!"
Groating was really angry. He said: "You'd better go home and read
through the Credo. Even if it meant the salvation of the Universe I
would not break up a marriage--nor would I harm the boy."
"Then what do we do?"
"Have patience. We'll think of something."