 What is Major Banes' opinion of Lt. Alice Britton's husband?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, October 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its orbit. Outside its bright steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her bed in pain, then relaxed as it faded away. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!" "Lieutenant Britton, it is my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a general practitioner, either! The terrible pressure of a rocket landing would increase her effective body weight to nearly half a ton; an adult human being couldn't take that sort of punishment for long, much less the tiny life that was growing within her. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to the hub she went, the less her weight became. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity, you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then.
 He thinks highly of his ability but not about his personality
 He thinks highly of his ability but not about his personality  He thinks he's very skilled as a pilot and a great husband too  He doesn't think much of him at all  He thinks he's a talentless impulsive man who bought his way to his position