"Well—aren't I?" reproachfully.
"I'm not sure it's wise of us to pass through the larger towns."
"Why not?"
"You might be recognized."
"I'll have to take that chance. If you remove the element of danger you take away half the charm of our pilgrimage."
"I'd rather the danger were mine—not yours," he said soberly.
She laughed at his uneasiness. "I've absolved you from all responsibility. You are merely my Oedipus, the vade mecum of my unsentimental journey."
But he didn't laugh.
"I'll warrant you De Folligny doesn't think that," he said.
"Well—suppose he doesn't. Are you and I responsible for the unpleasant cast of other people's thoughts? My conscience is clear. So is yours. You know how unsentimental our journey is. So do I. Why, Philidor, can't you see? It wouldn't be quite right if it wasn't unsentimental."