"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 general—I 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 me—not 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.