It's a delicious world, and just everything that one would think it to be; but if we were to stop here we should be committing one of the greatest of crimes, perhaps the greatest, that ever was committed within the limits of the Solar System." "My dear Zaidie, what, in the name of what we used to call morals on the Earth, _do_ you mean ?" "Just this," she replied, leaning a little towards him in her deck-chair.

"These people, half angels, and half men and women, welcomed us after we dropped through their cloud-veil, as friends; we were a little strange to them, certainly, but still they welcomed us as friends.

They had no suspicions of us; they didn't try to poison us or blow us up as those wretches on Mars did.

They're just like a lot of grown-up children with wings on.

In fact they're about as nearly angels as anything we can think of.