Я, Робот

           "Dr.Calvinhasn’tsaidawordofthistous."

           "Well,shehasn’tfinishedstudyinghim.Youknowhowsheis.Shelikestohaveeverythingjustsobeforelettingoutthebigsecret."

           "She’stoldyou."

           "Wesortofgottotalking.Ihavebeenseeingalotofherlately."Heopenedhiseyeswideandfrowned,"Say,Bogie,haveyoubeennoticinganythingqueerabouttheladylately?"

           Bogertrelaxedintoanundignifiedgrin,"She’susinglipstick,ifthat’swhatyoumean."

           "Hell,Iknowthat.Rouge,powderandeyeshadow,too.She’sasight.Butit’snotthat.Ican’tputmyfingeronit.It’sthewayshetalks–asifshewerehappyaboutsomething."Hethoughtalittle,andthenshrugged.

           Theotherallowedhimselfaleer,which,forascientistpastfifty,wasnotabadjob,"Maybeshe’sinlove."

           Asheallowedhiseyestocloseagain,"You’renuts,Bogie.YougospeaktoHerbie;Iwanttostayhereandgotosleep."

           "Right!NotthatIparticularlylikehavingarobottellmemyjob,northatIthinkhecandoit!"

           Asoftsnorewashisonlyanswer.

           HerbielistenedcarefullyasPeterBogert,handsinpockets,spokewithelaborateindifference.

           "Sothereyouare.I’vebeentoldyouunderstandthesethings,andIamaskingyoumoreincuriositythananythingelse.Mylineofreasoning,asIhaveoutlinedit,involvesafewdoubtfulsteps,Iadmit,whichDr.Lanningrefusestoaccept,andthepictureisstillratherincomplete."

           Therobotdidn’tanswer,andBogertsaid,"Well?"

           "Iseenomistake,"Herbiestudiedthescribbledfigures.