Long Mad Chapter 1

Long Mad Chapter 1


MADAME BUTTERFLY

Chapter One




I

SAYRE S PRESCRIPTION


SAYRE had counseled him on the voyage out (for he had repined ceaselessly at
what he called their banishment to the Asiatic station) to wait till they
arrived. He had never regarded service in Japanese waters as banishment, he
said, and he had been out twice before.

Pinkerton had just come from the Mediterranean.

" For lack of other amusement," continued Sayre, with a laugh, "you might
get yourself married and--"

Pinkerton arrested him with a savage snort.

" You are usually merely frivolous, Sayre; but to-day you are silly."

Without manifest offense, Sayre went on:

" When I was out here in 1890--

"The story of the Pink Geisha?"

"Well--yes," admitted Sayre, patiently.

" Excuse me, then, till you are through." He turned to go below.

" Heard it, have you? "

" A thousand times from you and others."

Sayre laughed good-naturedly at the gallant exaggeration, and passed
Pinkerton his cigarette-case.

" Ah--ever heard who the man was ? "

" No." He lighted his cigarette. " That has been your own little
mystery--apparently."

" Apparently ? "

" Yes; we all knew it was yourself."

" It was n't," said Sayre, steadily. " It was my brother." He looked away.

" Oh ! "

" He 's dead."

" Beg pardon. You never told us that ."

" He went back; could n't find her."

" 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 naive 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.

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Preface to the Second Edition




 Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three
 Chapter Four  Chapter Five Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven   Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten   Chapter Eleven   Chapter Twelve 
 Chapter Thirteen  The American

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