She reads the globe on the terrace again tonight, to see if omens are propitious for her marriage.

She MUST marry, and you know the ceremony has been unavoidably postponed so far." "Unavoidably postponed ?" Yes, Heaven wotted I was aware of the fact.
And was Heru going to marry black Hath in such a hurry?
And after all I had done for her?
It was scarcely decent, and I tried to rouse myself to rage over it, but somehow the seductive Martian contentment with any fate was getting into my veins.

I was not yet altogether sunk in their slothful acceptance of the inevitable, but there was not the slightest doubt the hot red blood in me was turning to vapid stuff such as did duty for the article in their veins.

I mustered up a half-hearted frown at this unwelcome intelligence, turning with it on my face towards the slave girl; but she had slipped away into the throng, so the frown evaporated, and shrugging my shoulders I said to myself, "What does it matter?
There are twenty others will do as well for me.

If not one, why then obviously another, 'tis the only rational way to think, and at all events there is the magic globe.