past them, inserted an aluminum sliver into the key slit, and walked in. He closed the door behind him, making no attempt to hold it open for Baley. Had he done so, Baley would have been seriously offended. By strong custom men disregarded one another's presence entirely either within or just outside the Personals. Baley remembered one of the more interesting marital confidences to have been Jessie's telling him that the situation was quite different at Women's Personals.
She was always saying, "I met Josephine Greely at Personal and she said..."
It was one of the penalties of civic advancement that when the Baleys were granted permission for the activation of the small washbowl in their bedroom, Jessie's social life suffered.
Baley said, without completely masking his embarrassment, "Please wait out here, Daneel."
"Do you intend washing?" asked R. Daneel.
Baley squirmed and thought: Damned robot! If they were briefing him on everything under steel, why didn't they teach him manners? I'll be responsible if he ever says anything like this to anyone else. He said, "I'll shower. It gets crowded evenings. I'll lose time then. If I get it done now we'll have the whole evening before us."
R. Daneel's face maintained its repose. "Is it part of the social custom that I wait outside?"
Baley's embarrassment deepened. "Why need you go in for - for no purpose."
"Oh, I understand you. Yes, of course. Nevertheless, Elijah, my hands grow dirty, too, and I will wash them."
He indicated his palms, holding them out before him. They were pink and plump, with the proper creases. They bore every mark of excellent and meticulous workmanship and were as clean as need be. Baley said, "We have a washbasin in the apartment, you know." He said it casually. Snobbery would be lost on a robot.
"Thank you for your kindness. On the whole, however, I think it would be preferable to make use of this place. If I am to live with you men of Earth, it is best that I adopt as many of your customs and attitudes as I can."
"Come on in, then."
The bright cheerfulness of the interior was a sharp contrast to the busy utilitarianism of most of the rest of the City, but this time the effect was lost on Baley's consciousness.
He whispered to Daneel, "I may take up to half an hour or so. Wait for me." He started away, then returned to add, "And listen, don't talk to anybody and don't look at anybody. Not a word, not a glance! It's a custom."
He looked hurriedly about to make certain that his own small conversation had not been noted, was not being met by shocked glances. Nobody, fortunately, was in the antecorridor, and after all it was only the antecorridor.
He hurried down it, feeling vaguely dirty, past the common chambers to the private stalls. It had been five years now since he had been awarded one - large enough to contain a shower, a small laundry, and other necessities. It even had a small projector that could be keyed in for the news films.
"A home away from home," he had joked when it was first made available to him. But now, he often wondered how he would bear the adjustment back to the more Spartan existence of the common chambers if his stall privileges were ever canceled.
He pressed the button that activated the laundry and the smooth face of the meter lighted.
R. Daneel was waiting patiently when Baley returned with a scrubbed body, clean underwear, a freshened shirt, and, generally, a feeling of greater comfort.
"No trouble?" Baley asked, when they were well outside the door and able to talk.
"None at all, Elijah," said R. Daneel.
Jessie was at the door, smiling nervously. Baley kissed her.
"Jessie," he mumbled, "this is my new partner, Daneel Olivaw."
Jessie held out a hand, which R. Daneel took and released. She turned to her husband, then looked timidly at R. Daneel.
She said, "Won't you sit down, Mr. Olivaw? I must talk to my husband on family matters. It'll take just a minute. I hope you won't mind."
Her hand was on Baley's sleeve. He followed her into the next room.
She said, in a hurried whisper, "You aren't hurt, are you? I've been so worried ever since the broadcast."
"What broadcast?"
"It came through nearly an hour ago. About the riot at the shoe counter. They said two plain-clothes men stopped it. I knew you were coming home with a partner and this was right in our subsection and right when you were coming home and I