"The second Mrs. Siddall," interrupted Mildred, "is she still alive?" Harding hesitated. "Yes," he said reluctantly. "Is she--poor?" asked Mildred. "I should prefer not to--" "Did the general forbid you to tell me?" "On the contrary, he instructed me-- But I'd rather not talk about it, Mrs. Siddall." "Is she poor?" repeated Mildred. "Yes." "What became of her?" A long pause. Then Harding said: "She was a poor girl when the general married her. After the divorce she lived for a while with the man. But he had nothing. They separated. She tried various kinds of work--and other things. Since she lost her looks-- She writes from time to time, asking for money." "Which she never gets?" said Mildred. "Which she never gets," said Harding. "Lately she was cashier or head waitress in a cheap restaurant in St. Louis." After a long silence Mildred said: "I understand. I understand." She drew a long breath. "I shall understand better as time goes on, but I understand fairly well now." "I need not tell you, Mrs. Siddall," said Harding in his gentle, tranquil way, "that the general is the kindest and most generous of men, but he has his own methods--as who has not?" Mildred had forgotten that he was there--not a difficult matter, when he had in its perfection the secretarial manner of complete self-effacement. Said she reflectively, like one puzzling out a difficult problem: "He buys a woman, as he buys a dog or a horse. He does not give his dog, his horse, pocket-money. Why should he give his woman pocket-money?" "Will it help matters, Mrs. Siddall, to go to the other extreme and do him a grave injustice?" She did not hear. At the picture presented to her mind by her own thoughts she gave a short satirical laugh. "How stupid of me not to have understood from the outset," said she. "Why, I've often heard of this very thing." "It is more and more the custom among men of large property, I believe," said Harding. "Perhaps, Mrs. Siddall, you would not blame them if you were in their position. The rich men who are careless--they ruin everybody about them, I assure you. I've seen it again and again." But the young wife was absorbed in her own thoughts. Harding, feeling her mood, did not interrupt. After a while she said: "I must ask you some questions. These jewels the general has been buying--" Harding made a movement of embarrassment and protest. She smiled ironically and went on: "One moment, please. Every time I wish to wear any of them I have to go to him to get them. He asks me to return them when I am undressing. He says it is safer to keep everything in his strong box. I have been assuming that that was the only reason. I begin to suspect-- Am I right, Mr. Harding?" "Really I can't say, Mrs. Siddall," said Harding. "These are not matters to discuss with me, if you will permit me to say so." "Oh, yes, they are," replied she laughingly. "Aren't we all in the same boat?--all employes of the general?"