"Yes—and divorced her; and I know nothing more about him."
"He must have married your mother directly after he divorced me."
"No doubt he has treated a dozen women in the same manner since then," said Dick, with unfilial bitterness. "The fifth commandment always presented insuperable difficulties to me."
"Your mother was a player, too?" said Alice. "He always grumbled because I could not play."
"My mother was the Equestrienne of the Haute École that I talked about just now. She was represented on the bills as the Pride of the States, the Envy of Europe, who had refused princes in the lands of tyrants, rather than forsake nature's nobility and the aristocracy of the republic."
"I remember, Dick," said Molly. "You used to tell my father all about it."
"I was born and brought up in the sawdust. And I played all the instruments in the orchestra one after the other. And I was afraid to go to church on account of that terrible announcement about the generations to follow the wicked man."
"He will suffer; he must suffer," said Alice. "But I have long since put him out of my mind."
"My mother never put him out of her mind. She died hoping that he would be made to suffer. For my own part, I hope that I may never meet him."