“The general was a kindly man, sharp of face and of a tall thin figure, but with an eye to draw children and make them happy with a look. But his effect on the father was different. From the moment the two met in the great hall below, the temper of the host betrayed how little he welcomed this guest. He did not fail in courtesy—the Moores are always gentlemen—but it was a hard courtesy, which cut while it flattered. The two children, shrinking from its edge without knowing what it was that hurt them, slunk to covert, and from behind the two pillars which mark the entrance to the library, watched the two men as they walked up and down the halls discussing the merits of this and that detail of the freshly furnished mansion. These two innocent, but eager spies, whom fear rather than curiosity held in hiding, even caught some of the sentences which passed between the so-called friends; and though these necessarily conveyed but little meaning to their childish minds, the words forming them were never forgotten, as witness these phrases confided to me by Mistress Callista twenty-five years afterward. “‘You have much that most men lack,’ remarked the general, as they paused to admire some little specimen of Italian art which had been lately received from Genoa. ‘You have money—too much money, Moore, by an amount I might easily name—a home which some might call palatial, a lovely, if not altogether healthy wife, two fine children, and all the honor which a man in a commonwealth like this should ask for. _Drop politics_.’ “‘Politics are my life,’ was the cold response. ‘To bid me drop them is to bid me commit suicide.’ Then, as an afterthought to which a moment of intervening silence added emphasis, ‘And for you to drive me from them would be an act little short of murder.’ “‘Justice dealt upon a traitor is not murder,’ was the stern and unyielding reply. ‘By one black deed of treacherous barter and sale, of which none of your countrymen is cognizant but myself, you have forfeited the confidence of this government. Were I, who so unhappily surprised your secret, to allow you to continue in your present place of trust, I myself would be a traitor to the republic for which I have fought and for which I am ready to die. That is why I ask you to resign before—’ “The two children did not catch the threat latent in that last word, but they realized the force of it from their father’s look and were surprised when he quietly said: “‘You declare yourself to be the only man on the commission who is acquainted with the facts you are pleased to style traitorous?’ “The general’s lips curled. ‘Have I not said?’ he asked. “Something in this stern honesty seemed to affect the father. His face turned away and it was the other’s voice which was next heard. A change had taken place in it and it sounded almost mellow as it gave form to these words: