"You're a d----d jackass," I said, storming down at where he sat from my indignant five feet eight. His brow lowered and his jaw shot forward unpleasantly. "A jackass," I repeated firmly, still holding the neck of the brandy bottle. He glared at me a moment longer, then he slowly sank back into his chair, his features relaxing, and burst into a laugh. "Roger, you improve upon acquaintance. All these years you've concealed from me a nice judgment in the use of profanity. A d----d jackass! Hardly Hegelian, but neat, Roger, and most beautifully appropriate. A jackass, I am. Also as you have remarked, an idiot. You see, there's no argument. I admit the soft impeachment. But I won't drink again just now; so set the brandy bottle down like a good fellow and we will talk as one gentleman to another." I saw that I had brought him for the moment to his senses, and obeyed, sitting resolutely silent with folded arms, waiting for him to go on. He took a pipe from his pocket rather sheepishly, then filled and lighted it. "You _are_ a good sort, Roger," he said at last, with an embarrassment that contrasted strangely with the bombast of a moment ago. "I--I'm glad you did that. I think you're about the only person in the world I'd have taken it from. But I haven't drunk much. I couldn't get to be much of a drunkard in three weeks, could I?" He smiled his boyish smile and disarmed me. "But why drink at all?" I asked quietly. "Oh, I don't know. It's such an easy way to be jolly. Everybody does it. You can't seem to go anywhere without somebody sticking a glass under your nose. It's part of the social formula. There's no harm in it, in reason." "Jerry," I said sternly. "You've begun wrong. I don't know whether it's my fault or not, but you seem to be hopelessly twisted in your view of life. You're floundering. Of course it's none of my business. I've done what I was paid to do, and you've got to work things out in your own way. If you want to drink yourself maudlin, that's your privilege. I can move out, but while I'm here in this house I'm not going to sit idly by while you make a fool of yourself." He puffed on his pipe a moment in silence, eyeing the table leg. "I _am_ a fool," he said soberly at last. And then after a pause, "I don't know what the trouble has been exactly, unless I've taken people too literally; and that's your fault, Roger. White with you was always white and black was black. You taught me to say what I thought and to believe that other people said what they thought. That was a mistake." "You forget," I said, "that I wasn't brought here to teach you worldliness. But you can't say that I didn't warn you against it." He had gotten up and now paced the room with long strides.