"What a poor opinion you have of me," said she. "Really, I don't deserve quite that."
"Then come with me."
The look of terror and shrinking returned. "Where? To see him?"
"For the last time," said Keith. "There'll be no scene."
It was the supreme test of her confidence in him. Without hesitation, she rose, preceded him into the hall, and advanced firmly toward the screen door through which the little general could be seen. He was standing at the top step, his back to them. At the sound of the opening door he turned.
"This is Mr. Donald Keith," said Mildred. "He wishes to speak to you."
The general bowed; Keith bent his head. They eyed each other with the measuring glance. Keith said in his dry, terse way: "I asked Miss Gower to come with me because I wish her to hear what I have to say to you."
"You mean my wife," said the general with a gracious smile.
"I mean Miss Gower," returned Keith. "As you know, she is not your wife."
Mildred uttered a cry; but the two men continued to look each at the other, with impassive countenances.