I shouldn't quite like the ladies of Venus to see me dressed like a diver." "Come along, then," laughed Lenox, as he turned back towards the vessel.
"That's just like a woman.

You're about a hundred and fifty million miles away from Broadway or Regent Street.

You are standing on the top of a snow mountain above the clouds of Venus, and the moment that you find the air is fit to breathe you begin thinking about dress.

How do you know that the inhabitants of Venus, if there are any, dress at all ?" "What nonsense! Of course they do--at least, if they are anything like us." As soon as they got back on board the _Astronef_ and had taken their breathing-dresses off, Redgrave and the old engineer, who appeared to take no visible interest in their new surroundings, threw open all the sliding doors on the upper and lower decks so that the vessel might be thoroughly ventilated by the fresh sweet air.

Then a gentle repulsion was applied to the huge snow mass on which the _Astronef_ rested.