"You may be right, I never thought of that," confessed he. "She certainly had a vicious way of hammering the other woman indirectly. Not that she ever admitted being jealous. I guess she knew. Everybody usually knows everything."
"And there was a great deal of talk about you and me," said Mildred placidly.
"I didn't say it was you," protested Stanley, reddening.
"No matter," said Mildred. "Don't bother about that. It's all past and gone."
"Well, at any rate, my marriage was the mistake of my life. I'm determined that she shan't trip me up and trim me for any alimony. And as matters stand, she can't. She left me of her own accord."
"Then," said Mildred thoughtfully, "if the wife leaves of her own accord, she can't get alimony?"
"Certainly not—not a cent."
"I supposed so," said she. "I'm not sure I'd take it if I could get it. Still, I suppose I would." She laughed. "What's the use of being a hypocrite with oneself? I know I would. All I could get."
"Then you had no LEGAL excuse for leaving?"
"No," said she. "I—just bolted. I don't know what's to become of me. I seem not to care, at present, but no doubt I shall as soon as we see land again."