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The generous and ever-kind Henry Gower could not be to blame for her wretched plight; and, of course, she herself could not be to blame for it. So, until now there had been no scapegoat. Presbury therefore received the whole burden.
"You have less than two hundred and fifty dollars left," said he. "Really? Your spies know better than I." "I have seen Presbury. He assures me that in no circumstances will he and your mother take you back." "They will not have the chance to refuse," said Mildred. "As for your brother " "I have no brother," said she coldly. "Then you are coming back with me." "No," said Mildred.
James Presbury and ceased to veil from her new husband the truth as to her affairs. Mildred had thought that, than the family quarrels incident to settling her father's estate, human nature could no lower descend. She was now to be disillusioned.
"She's taking the best possible course," said Presbury. "Unconsciously to both of them, she's leading him on. He thinks that's the way a lady should act restrained, refined." Mildred's attitude was simple inertia. The most positive effort she made was avoiding saying or doing anything to displease him no difficult matter, as she was silent and almost lifeless when he was near.
She could see herself flashing scornful denial, saying that she would rather kill herself. Yet she was living and was not even contemplating suicide as a way out! A few days after Presbury gave her warning, her mother took advantage of his absence for his religiously observed daily constitutional to say to her: "I hope you didn't think I was behind him in what he said to you about going away?"
"I see that at a glance," said Presbury. "You've done the grand thing on the grandest possible scale." "I've looked into the finest of the famous places on the other side," said the general. "All I can say is, I've had no regrets." "I should say not," cried Mrs. Presbury.
All but the few soon succumb to the hourly dazzling temptations the big gamblers dangle before the eyes of the little gamblers to lure them within reach of the merciless shears. Presbury had for many years added from one to ten thousand a year to his income by this form of gambling, success at which is in itself sufficient to stamp a man as infinitely little of soul.
If Bill Siddall were a thousand times worse than he is, his money would buy him almost any refined, delicate lady anywhere in Christendom." Mrs. Presbury laughed angrily. "YOU, talking like this you of all men. Is there anything YOU wouldn't stoop to for money?"
Presbury carried on a foolish, false-sounding conversation for the benefit of the servants, and finally conducted Mildred to her bedroom and shut doors and drew portieres and glanced into closets before saying: "Now, what IS the matter, Millie? WHERE is your husband?" "In Paris, I suppose," replied Mildred. "I have left him, and I shall never go back." "Presbury said you would!" cried her mother.
One morning in the mail there arrived this note type-written upon business paper: JAMES PRESBURY, Esqr.: DEAR SIR: General Siddall asks me to present his compliments and to say that he will be pleased if you and your wife and the young lady will dine with him at his house next Thursday the seventeenth at half-past seven sharp. ROBERT CHANDLESS, Secretary.
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