"No woman with a jaw like that," said Nan's mother, "can be good-looking. And she sat at the piano there early this evening and raved over the 'Melody in F'; but when she tried to play it, it was with fingers of wood. What she really did play with spirit, Nettie--when she thought there were none of us American women around to hear her--was: 'I Want What I Want When I Want _It_.'" Auntie went on to tell then how this creature was a divorcee who had married an oil millionaire and within six months got her second divorce and a half-million alimony out of him. And as a baby she was christened--not Carmen, but Hannah! "Now, what's the psychology, Nettie," said auntie, "of a woman who changes her name from Hannah to Carmen? She wants what she wants when she wants it--and she'll come pretty near getting it, Nettie. If I had a husband within a thousand miles of her, I'd lock him up." You may understand from the foregoing that Mrs. Wedner--Nan's mother--is a woman of convictions; and so she is. The Lady with the Wallop is what Ned tells me the men folks call her. But I am not without convictions myself. "I have a husband within a thousand miles of her," I said, "and if you mean that for me, auntie, I won't lock him up--not even if he were the to-be-locked-up kind. When I can't hold my man, auntie, against any specimen of her species, I won't call in the police to help me. And I think I'll give her another look-over before the evening is ended." "Don't bother your head with her," said auntie. "And sit down and have something to eat." And we did have something to eat, but up-stairs in my suite. The children and I were eating, and Nan and auntie were giving me all the gossip since I'd seen them last, when the maid came in to say that the trunk with the children's things in it hadn't been sent up with the others. There's no use leaving such things to a maid in those countries--I went down to see about it myself; and there it was, as I expected, lying in the lobby where a lazy porter hadn't yet got around to it. I told the fat majordomo a thing or two, and the trunk was soon on its upward way; and then--as I was down-stairs--I thought to take a glance about to see if anybody I knew had arrived in the meantime. You must remember that American refugees were coming in from the interior on every train, the revolutionary general Podesta being expected to enter the city almost any day--or hour.