He appeared to take no notice whatever either of the destruction of the air-ship or of the slaughter that was going on around the _Astronef_.

His big, pale blue eyes were fixed upon her face.

They seemed to be devouring a loveliness such as they had never seen before.
A dim, pinky flush stole for the first time into his waxy cheeks, and something like a light of human passion came into his eyes.
Then, to the utter astonishment of both Redgrave and Zaidie, he said slowly and deliberately, and with only just enough tinge of emotion in his voice to make Redgrave want to shoot him: "Beautiful.

Perfect.

More perfect than ours.