made in injecting nourishment, for that device had
been resorted to to postpone collapse; he pointed them
out to Warming, who had been trying not to see them.

"And while he has been lying here," said Isbister,
with the zest of a life freely spent, "I have changed my
plans in life; married, raised a family, my eldest lad --
I hadn't begun to think of sons then -- is an American
citizen, and looking forward to leaving Harvard.
There's a touch of grey in my hair. And this man,
not a day older nor wiser (practically) than I was in
my downy days. It's curious to think of."

Warming turned. "And I have grown old too. I
played cricket with him when I was still only a lad.
And he looks a young man still. Yellow perhaps.
But that is a young man nevertheless."

"And there's been the War," said Isbister.

"From beginning to end."

"And these Martians."

"I've understood," said Isbister after a pause, "that
he had some moderate property of his own?"

"That is so," said Warming. He coughed primly.
"As it happens -- have charge of it."