f　you　go　out；　you　are　not　to　be　allowed　to　return。''
  Her　hand　fell　from　the　knob。　　With　flashing　eyes　she　cried；　‘‘But　that　is　impossible！''
  ‘‘It　is　his　orders；''　said　Harding；　in　his　usual　quiet　manner。　　‘‘And　as　he　pays　the　bills　he　will　be　obeyed。''
  She　debated。　　Against　her　will；　her　trembling　hand　sought　the　knob　again。　　Against　her　will；　her　weak　arm　began　to　draw　the　door　open。　　Harding　came　toward　her；　stood　before　her　and　looked　directly　into　her　eyes。　His　eyes　had　dread　and　entreaty　in　them；　but　his　voice　was　as　always　when　he　said：
  ‘‘You　know　him；　Mrs。　Siddall。''
  ‘‘Yes；''　she　said。
  ‘‘The　reason　he　has　got　ALL　he　wantedwhatever　he　wantedis　that　he　will　go　to　any　length。　　Every　other　human　being；　almost；　has　a　limit；　beyond　which　they　will　not　goa　physical　fear　or　a　moral　fear　or　a　fear　of　public　opinion。　　But　the　generalhe　has　no　limit。''
  ‘‘Yes；''　she　said。　　And　deathly　pale　and　almost　stag…　gering　she　drew　open　the　door　and　went　out　into　the　public　hall。
  ‘‘For　God's　sake；　Mrs。　Siddall！''　cried　Harding；　in　great　agitation。　　‘‘Come　in　quickly。　　They　are　watching　they　will　tell　him！　　Are　you　mad？''
  ‘‘I　think　I　must　be；''　said　she。　　‘‘I　am　sick　with　fear。　I　can　hardly　keep　from　dropping　down　here　in　a　faint。　Yet''　a　strange　look；　a　mingling　of　abject　terror　and　passionate　defiance；　gave　her　an　aspect　quite　insane　‘‘I　am　going。　　Perhaps　I；　too；　have　no　limit。''
  And　she　went　along　the　corridor；　past　a　group　of　gaping　and　frightened　servants；　down　the　stairway　and　out　by　the　private　entrance　for　the　grand　apartments　of　the　hotel　in　the　Rue　Raymond　de　l'Isle。　　She　crossed　the　Rue　de　Rivoli　and　entered　the　Tuileries　Gardens。　It　was　only　bracingly　cool　in　the　sunshine　of　that　winter　day。　　She　seated　herself　on　a　chair　on　the　terrace　to　regain　her　ebbed　strength。　　Hardly　had　she　sat　down　when　the　woman　collector　came　and　stood　waiting　for　the　two　sous　for　the　chair。　　Mildred　opened　her　bag；　found　two　coins。　　She　gave　the　coppers　to　the　woman。　　The　otherall　the　money　she　hadwas　the　fifty…centime　piece。
  ‘‘But　the　bagI　can　get　a　good　deal　for　that；''　she　said　aloud。
  ‘‘I　beg　your　pardonI　didn't　catch　that。''
  She　came　back　to　a　sense　of　her　surroundings。　　Stanley　Baird　was　standing　a　few　feet　away；　smiling　down　at　her。　　He　was；　if　possible；　even　more　attractively　dressed　than　in　the　days　when　he　hovered　about　her；　hoping　vague　things　of　which　he　was　ashamed　and　try…　ing　to　get　the　courage　to　put　down　his　snobbishness　and　marry　her　because　she　so　exactly　suited　him。　　He　was　wearing　a　new　kind　of　collar　and　tie；　striking　yet　in　excellent　quiet　taste。　　Also；　his　face　and　figure　had　filled　out　just　enoughhe　had　been　too　thin　in　the　former　days。　　But　he　was　now　entered　upon　that　period　of　the　fearsome　forties　when；　unless　a　man　amounts　to　something；　he　begins　to　look　insignificant。　　He　did　not　amount　to　anything；　he　was　therefore　paling　and　waning　as　a　personality。
  ‘‘Was　I　thinking　aloud？''　said　Mildred；　as　she　gave　him　her　hand。
  ‘‘You　said　something　about　‘getting　a　good　deal。'　''　He　inspected　her　with　the　freedom　of　an　old　friend　and　with　the　thoroughness　of　a　connoisseur。　　Women　who　took　pains　with　themselves　and　were　satisfied　with　the　results　liked　Stanley　Baird's　knowing　and　appreciative　way　of　noting　the　best　points　in　their　toilets。　　‘‘You're　looking　fine；''　declared　he。　　‘‘It　must　be　a　pleasure　to　them　up　in　the　Rue　de　la　Paix　to　dress　you。　　That's　more　than　can　be　said　for　nine　out　of　ten　of　the　women　who　go　there。　　Yes；　you're　looking　fineand　in　grand　health；　too。　　Why；　you　look　younger　than　I　ever　saw　you。　　Nothing　like　marriage　to　freshen　a　girl　up。　Well；　I　suppose　waiting　round　for　a　husband　who　may　or　may　not　turn　up　does　wear　a　woman　down。''
  ‘‘It　almost　killed　me；''　laughed　Mildred。　　‘‘And　you　were　largely　responsible。''
  ‘‘I？''　said　Baird。　　‘‘You　didn't　want　me。　　I　was　too　old　for　you。''
  ‘‘No；　I　didn't　want　you；''　said　Mildred。　　‘‘But　you　spoiled　me。　　I　couldn't　endure　the　boys　of　my　own　age。''
  Stanley　was　remembering　that　Mildred　had　married　a　man　much　older　than　he。　　With　some　notion　of　a　careless　sort　of　tact　in　mind　he　said；　‘‘I　was　betwixt　and　betweenneither　young　enough　nor　old　enough。''
  ‘‘You've　married；　too；　since　we　met。　　By　the　way；　thank　you　again　for　that　charming　remembrance。　You　always　did　have　such　good　taste。　　But　why　didn't　you　come　to　the　weddingyou　and　your　wife？''
  He　laughed。　　‘‘We　were　busy　busting　up；''　said　he。　‘‘You　hadn't　heard？　　It's　been　in　the　papers。　　She's　gone　back　to　her　people。　　Oh；　nothing　disgraceful　on　either　side。　　Simply　that　we　bored　each　other　to　death。　She　was　crazy　about　horses　and　dogs；　and　that　set。　　I　think　the　stable's　the　place　for　horsesdon't　care　to　have　'em　parading　through　the　house　all　the　time；　every　room；　every　meal；　sleeping　and　waking。　　And　dogs　the　infernal　brutes　always　have　fleas。　　Fleas　only　tickled　her；　but　they　bite　meraise　welts　and　hills。　　There's　your　husband　now；　isn't　it？''
  Baird　was　looking　up　at　the　windows　of　the　Continental；　across　the　street。　　Mildred's　glance　slowly　and　carelessly　followed　his。　　At　one　window　stood　the　little　general；　gazing　abstractedly　out　over　the　gardens。　　At　another　window　Mildred　saw　Harding；　at　a　third；　her　maid；　at　a　fourth；　Harding's　assistant；　Drawl；　at　a　fifth；　three　servants　of　the　retinue。　　Except　the　general；　all　were　looking　at　her。
  ‘‘You've　married　a　very　extraordinary　man；''　said　Baird；　in　a　correct　tone　of　admiration。　　‘‘One　of　the　ablest　and　most　interesting　men　we've　got；　_I_　think。''
  ‘‘So　you　are　free　again？''　said　Mildred；　looking　at　him　with　a　queer；　cold　smile。
  ‘‘Yes；　and　no；''　replied　Stanley。　　‘‘I　hope　to　be　entirely　free。　　It's　her　move　next。　　I'm　expecting　it　every　day。　　But　I'm　thoroughly　respectable。　　Won't　you　and　the　general　dine　with　me？''
  ‘‘Thanks；　but　I'm　sailing　for　home　to…morrow　or　next　day。''
  ‘‘That's　interesting；''　said　Baird；　with　enthusiasm。　‘‘So　am　I。　　What　ship　do　you　go　on？''
  ‘‘I　don't　know　yet。　　I'm　to　decide　this　afternoon；　after　lunch。''　　She　laughed。　　‘‘I'm　sitting　here　waiting　for　someone　to　ask　me　to　lunch。　　I've　not　had　even　coffee　yet。''
  ‘‘Lunch　with　me！''　cried　Baird。　　‘‘I'll　go　get　the　generalI　know　him　slightly。''
  ‘‘I　didn't　say　anything　about　the　general；''　said　Mildred。
  Stanley　smiled　apologetically。　　‘‘It　wouldn't　do　for　you　to　go　about　with　menot　when　my　missus　is　looking　for　grounds　for　divorce。''
  ‘‘Why　not？''　said　Mildred。　　‘‘So's　my　husband。''
  ‘‘You　busted　up；　too？　　Now；　that's　what　_I_　call　jolly。''　　And　he　cast　a　puzzled　glance　up　at　the　abstracted　general。　　‘‘I　say；　Mildred；　this　is　no　place　for　either　of　us；　is　it？''
  ‘‘I'd　rather　be　where　there's　food；''　confessed　she。
  ‘‘You　think　it's　a　joke；　but　I　assure　you　　Oh；　you　WERE　jokingabout　YOUR　bust…up？''
  ‘‘No；　indeed；''　she　assured　him。　　‘‘I　walked　out　a　while　ago；　and　I　couldn't　go　back　if　I　wouldand　I　don't　think　I　would　if　I　could。''
  ‘‘That's　foolish。　　Better　go　back；''　advised　he。　　He　was　preparing　hastily　to　decamp　from　so　perilous　a　neighborhood。　　‘‘One　marriage　is　about　like　another；　once　you　get　through　the　surface。　　I'm　sure　you'll　be　better　off　thanback　with　your　stepfather。''
  ‘‘I've　no　intention　of　going　to　his　house；''　she　declared。　‘‘Oh；　there's　your　brother。　　I　forgot。''
  ‘‘So　had　I　forgotten　him。　　I'll　not　go　there；　either。　In　fact；　I've　not　thought　where　I'll　go。''
  ‘‘You　seem　to　have　done　mighty　little　thinking　before　you　took　a　very　serious　step　for　a　woman。''　　He　was　uneasily　eying　the　rigid；　abstracted　little　figure　a　story　up　across　the　way。
  ‘‘Those　things　aren't　a　question　of　thinking；''　said　she　absently。　　‘‘I　never　thought　in　my　lifedon't　think　I　could　if　I　tried。　　But　when　the　time　came　I　I　walked　out。''　　She　came　back　to　herself；　laughed。　‘‘I　don't　understand　why　I'm　telling　you　all　this；　especially　as　you're　mad　with　fright　and　wild　to　get　away。　Well；　good…by；　Stanley。''
  He　lifted　his　hat。　　‘‘Good…by。　　We'll　meet　when　we　can　do　so　without　my　getting　a　scandal　on　you。''　　He　walked　a　few　paces；　turned；　and　came　back。　　‘‘By　the　way；　I'm　sailing　on　the　Deutschland。　　I　thought　you'd　like　to　knowso　that　you　and　I　wouldn't　by　any　chance　cross　on　the　same　boat。''
  ‘‘Thanks；''　said　she　dryly。
  ‘‘What's　the　matter？''　asked　he；　arrested；　despite　his　anxiety　to　be　gone；　by　the　sad；　scornful　look　in　her　eyes。
  ‘‘Nothing。　　Why？''
  ‘‘You　had　such　asuch　a　queer　look。''
  ‘‘Really？　　Good…by。''
  In　fact；　she　had　thoughthad　hoped　for　the　sake　of　her　liking　for　himthat　he　had　come　back　to　make　the　glaringly　omitted　offer　of　help　that　should　have　come　from　any　human　being　learning　that　a　fellow　being　was　in　the　precarious　position　in　which　she　had　told　him　she　was。　　Not　that　she　would　have　accepted　any　such　offer。　　Still；　she　would　have　liked　to　have　heard　the　kindly　words。　　She　sat　watching　his　handsome；　graceful　figure；　draped　in　the　most　artistically　cut　of　long　dark　overcoats；　until　he　disappeared　in　the　crowd　in　the　Rue　de　Castiglione。　　Then；　without　a　glance　up　at　the　interested；　not　to　say　excited　windows　of　the　general's　splendid　and　spreading　apartments；　she　strolled　down　the　gardens　toward　the　Place　Concorde。　In　Paris　the　beautiful；　on　a　bright　and　brisk　day　it　is　all　but　impossible