Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. "How do you feel, The major's grin broadened. "You don't think I'd miss a historical Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly to herself as she thought of his blistering speech. "Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless I don't know which! 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!" Alice had said: "I'm sure the thought never entered his mind, doctor. I know it never entered mine." "But that was two and a half months ago! Why didn't you come to me before this? Of all the tom-fool—" His voice had died off in suppressed anger. "I know. I know." A puzzled frown had come over his face then, a frown which almost hid the green eyes that contrasted so startlingly with the flaming red of his hair. "The question is: what do we do next? We're not equipped for obstetrics up here." And he had looked up at her scathingly. "Lieutenant Britton, it is you to subject yourself to eight gravities of acceleration in a rocket landing, you're daffy!" She hadn't thought of it before, but the major was right. 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. station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable the slow rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective She relaxed a little more, waiting for the next pain. There was nothing to worry about she had absolute faith in the red-haired major. The major himself was not so sure. He sat in his office, massaging his fingertips and looking worriedly at the clock on the wall. "But what?" Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he impatiently as he waited for the answer. When the receiver teletype began clacking softly, he leaned over the page, waiting anxiously for every word. BANES (MC) 0-266118 SS-1 MEDICAL OFFICER FROM: GEN DAVID BARRETT Banes nodded and turned to the operator. "I want a direct open Banes' next stop was the hospital ward. Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain time, she said: "I'm doing fine, but you look as if you'd been through the mill. What's eating you?" He forced a nervous smile. "Nothing but the responsibility. You're going to be a very famous woman, you know. You'll be the mother of the She grinned. "Another Dr. Dafoe?" "Something on that order, I suppose. But it won't be all my glory. Colonel Gates, the O.B. man, was supposed to come up for the delivery husband is bringing him up." "Jim! Coming up here? Wonderful! But I'm afraid the colonel will be too late. This isn't going to last that long." Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that, but he managed an easy nod. "We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let nature take its course. I'm not such a glory hog that I'd not let Gates have part of it—or all of it, for that matter. Relax and take it easy." He went on talking, trying to keep the conversation light, but his eyes He nodded, then turned back to Alice. "Stiff uppah lip, and all that sort of rot," he said in a phony British accent. "Oh, raw ther , old chap," she grinned. BANES (MC) 0-266118 SS-1 MEDICAL OFFICER FROM: GEN DAVID BARRETT HRS MST. CAPT BRITTON SENDS PERSONAL TO LT BRITTON AS FOLLOWS: HOLD Banes sat on the edge of his desk, pounding a fist into the palm of Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. "What would we build it The phone rang. Banes picked it up and identified himself. public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole She frowned. "That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies, they'll blame you." Banes slammed his fist to the desk. "Do you think I give a tinker's dam about that? I'm interested in saving a life, not in worrying about what people may think!" "Yes, sir. I just thought—" "Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the Brittons it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the tension within him. The slow, monotonous rotation of the second hand on the wall clock seemed to drag time grudgingly along with it. Banes wished he could smoke to calm his raw nerves, but it was strictly against regulations. Air was too precious to be used up by smoking. Every bit of air on board had had to be carried up in rockets when the station was built system, leaving too little oxygen in the atmosphere. It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she analytically. "Say! Just what is eating you? You look more haggard than I do!" Again he tried to force a smile, but it didn't come off too well. "Nothing serious. I just want to make sure everything comes out all She smiled. "It will. You're all set. You ordered the instruments months ago. Or did you forget something?" That hit home, but he just grinned feebly. "I forgot to get somebody to boil water." "Whatever for?" water that keeps him out of the way, and the doctor has coffee afterwards." Alice's hands grasped the sheet again, and Banes glanced at his watch. "I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?" There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: "There isn't any incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though the ship is "Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get get hysterical! That's a good one! What about you? You're so nervous you couldn't sip water out of a bathtub without spilling it!" He blinked. "What do you mean?" Major Peter Banes, haggard but smiling, met Captain Britton in the Banes nodded to Colonel Gates, then turned to Britton. "I don't know suppose congratulations come first. Your son, James Edward Britton II, is doing fine, thank you." "You mean— already The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow. "But—but—the incubator—" Banes' grin widened. "We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it, weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly comfortable." "Excellent, Major!" said the colonel. "Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—" But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his

<question>:
What is Major Banes' opinion of Lt. Alice Britton's husband?

<options>:
A He thinks highly of his ability but not about his personality
B He thinks he's very skilled as a pilot and a great husband too
C He doesn't think much of him at all
D He thinks he's a talentless impulsive man who bought his way to his position

<answer>:

A