"I won't allow it," said Mrs. Kalmar flatly. "You won't make my husband violate his oath." "I did it to him, didn't I?" Dr. Lowell replied jovially. "It got you a husband." Miss Dupont grabbed at Dr. Kalmar's hand, but he had already turned on the current. "Anything else?" he asked. "Well, he has to get married, of course," Dr. Lowell said. "Let him look at Miss Dupont--she's scheduled for this year, isn't she?--while you give him a shot of mating urge. Now, wipe out the memory of this incident and put him on a joy jag. We can validate that by liquoring him up afterward. When you're finished, bring him to." Dr. Hoyt came out of it almost with a whoop. He lurched out of the insulated seat, stared at Miss Dupont for a moment with eyes that almost glittered, and seized and kissed her. "My goodness!" she gasped. "Now, what were you saying about ethics?" Dr. Lowell asked. There was no answer. Both Miss Dupont and Mrs. Kalmar had frozen. "You drugged them, too?" Dr. Kalmar weakly wanted to know. "A bit slower-acting," admitted the old man. "All you have to do with them is wipe out the last half hour. Don't want any witnesses to an unethical act, you know. Oh, and put them on a jag also." Dr. Kalmar followed instructions. Finished, they left the three uproariously drunk in the waiting room and went to wash up. Dr. Kalmar went along bewilderedly. The old man was as unconcerned as if he did this sort of thing daily. "I was as arrogant and belligerent as this squirt was?" "Worse," Dr. Lowell said. "He was willing to finish out his internship. You weren't. Still worried about the ethics?" "Yes. Naturally." "All right, apply some logic, then. Are you happier on Deneb than you'd have been on Earth?" "Well, certainly. I'd have been lucky to get a job doctoring in a summer camp. I wouldn't trade a roomy planet like this for the jammed cubicles of Earth. And I like our methods better than terrestrial dogma. But those are my preferences. I can't inflict them on anybody else." "The hell they were your preferences. You bickered more about our methods and longed more loudly for the tenements of Earth than this lad ever did. All it took was a slight Ego Alter and you have a happier life than you would have had. Right?" Dr. Kalmar felt his tension ease. If the old man said it was right, it was. He became momentarily resentful when he realized that that reaction had been installed by Dr. Lowell, but then he smiled. It really was right. A bit arbitrary, perhaps, but for the good of Dr. Hoyt and Deneb in the long run, just as it had been for himself. "Look," he said, drying his arms. "I've been wanting my wife to go through a slight rephysical." "Why don't you ask her?" "The fact is that I'm afraid she'll think I'm dissatisfied and I don't want her to get resentful." "Maybe she'd like you to do some changing, too." "What for? I'm all right." "She probably feels the same way about herself."