"And you advise me also to become a subject for remorse? That 's good of you."
"It is not quite the same thing. There is no danger of you losing your head for—" he glanced uncertainly at Pinkerton, then ended lamely "any one. The danger would probably be entirely with—the other person."
"Thanks," laughed Pinkerton; "that 's more comforting."
"And yet," mused Sayre, "you are hard to comfort—humanly speaking."
Pinkerton smiled at this naïve but quite exact characterization of himself.
"You are," continued Sayre, hesitating for the right word—"impervious."
"Exactly," laughed Pinkerton. "I don't see much danger to myself in your prescription. You have put it in rather an attractive light. The idea cannot be entirely disreputable if your brother Jack used it. We lower-class fellows used to call him Agamemnon, you remember."
"It is not my prescription," said Sayre, briefly, leaving the deck.
