The old man shifted his position and assumed a confidential tone and attitude: “Signor Diotti, jealousy is a more universal passion than love itself. Environment may develop our character, influence our tastes and even soften our features, but heredity determines the intensity of the two leading passions, love and jealousy. Mildred’s mother was a beautiful woman, but consumed with an overpowering jealousy of her husband. It was because she loved him. The body-guard of jealousy—envy, malice and hatred—were not in her composition. When Mildred was a child of twelve I have seen her mother suffer the keenest anguish because Mr. Wallace fondled the child. She thought the child had robbed her of her husband’s love.”
“Such a woman as Miss Wallace would command the entire love and admiration of her husband at all times,” said the artist.
“If she should marry a man she simply likes, her chances for happiness would be normal.”
“In what manner?” asked the lover.
“Because she would be little concerned about him or his actions.” “Then you believe,” said the musician, “that the man who loves her and whom she loves should give her up because her chances of happiness would be greater away from him than with him?”
“That would be an unselfish love,” said the elder.
“Suppose they have declared their passion?” asked Diotti.
“A parting before doubt and jealousy had entered her mind would let the image of her sacrificing lover live within her soul as a tender and lasting memory; he always would be her ideal,” and the accent old Sanders placed on always left no doubt of his belief.
“Why should doubt and jealousy enter her life?” said the violinist, falling into the personal character of the discussion despite himself.
“My dear sir, from what I observed to-night, she loves you. You are a dangerous man for a jealous woman to love. You are not a cloistered monk, you are a man before the public; you win the admiration of many; some women do not hesitate to show you their preference. To a woman like Mildred that would be torture; she could not and would not separate the professional artist from the lover or husband.”