Harding continued: ``He also instructed me to say something about his former--his experiences.The first Mrs.Siddall he married when he was very young and poor.As he grew rich, she became madly extravagant.
And as they had started on a basis on which she had free access to his money he could not check her.
The result, finally, was a succession of bitter quarrels, and they were about to divorce when she died.He made the second Mrs.Siddall an allowance, a liberal allowance.Her follies compelled him to withdraw it.
She resorted to underhanded means to get money from him without his knowing it.He detected the fraud.
After a series of disagreeable incidents she committed the indiscretion which caused him to divorce her.He says that these experiences have convinced him that--''
``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?''
Harding made no reply.
Mildred was beside herself with a kind of rage that, because outlet was necessary and because raving against the little general would be absolutely futile, found outlet in self-mockery and reckless sarca**.
``I understand about the jewels, too,'' she went on.
``They are not mine.Nothing is mine.Everything, including myself, belongs to him.If I give satisfaction in the position for which I've been hired for my board and clothes, I may continue to eat the general's food and sleep in the general's house and wear the general's jewels and dresses and ride in the general's traps and be waited on by the general's servants.If I don't like my place or he doesn't like my way of filling it''--she laughed merrily, mockingly--``out I go--into the streets--after the second Mrs.Siddall.And the general will hire a new--'' She paused, cast about for a word in vain, appealed to the secretary, ``What would you call it, Mr.Harding?''
Harding rose, looking at her with a very soothing tranquillity.``If I were you, Mrs.Siddall,'' said he, ``I should get into the auto and go for a long drive--out to the Bois--out to Versailles--a long, long drive.I should be gone four or five hours at least, and I should look at the thing from all sides.Especially, I'd look at it from HIS standpoint.''
Mildred, somewhat quieter, but still mocking, said:
``If I should decide to quit, would my expenses be paid back to where I was engaged? I fancy not.''
Harding looked grave.``If you had had money enough to pay your own expenses about, would you have married him?'' said he.``Isn't he paying--paying liberally, Mrs.Siddall--for ALL he gets?''
Mildred, stung, drew herself up haughtily, gave him a look that reminded him who she was and who he was.
But Harding was not impressed.
``You said a moment ago--truly--that we are all in the same boat,'' observed he.``I put those questions to you because I honestly wish to help you--because I wish you not to act foolishly, hastily.''
``Thank you, Mr.Harding,'' said Mildred coldly.
