“If you can only make it seem less cruel.  Don’t you see,” she cried miserably, “I want to believe; I want to forgive him.  I want to think he loves me.  Oh!  I want so to be able to love him; but how can I?  I can’t!  I can’t!”

In the week in which they had been thrown together the girl unconsciously had told Ford much about herself and her husband.  What she now told him was but an amplification of what he had guessed.

She had met Ashton a year and a half before, when she had just left school at the convent and had returned to live with her family.  Her home was at Far Rockaway.  Her father was a cashier in a bank at Long Island City.  One night, with a party of friends, she had been taken to a dance at one of the beach hotels, and there met Ashton.  At that time he was one of a firm that was making book at the Aqueduct race-track.  The girl had met very few men and with them was shy and frightened, but with Ashton she found herself at once at ease.  That night he drove her and her friends home in his touring-car and the next day they teased her about her conquest.  It made her very happy.  After that she went to hops at the hotel, and as the bookmaker did not dance, the two young people sat upon the piazza.  Then Ashton came to see her at her own house, but when her father learned that the young man who had been calling upon her was a bookmaker he told him he could not associate with his daughter.

But the girl was now deeply in love with Ashton, and apparently he with her.  He begged her to marry him.  They knew that to this, partly from prejudice and partly owing to his position in the bank, her father would object.  Accordingly they agreed that in August, when the racing moved to Saratoga, they would run away and get married at that place.  Their plan was that Ashton would leave for Saratoga with the other racing men, and that she would join him the next day.

They had arranged to be married by a magistrate, and Ashton had shown her a letter from one at Saratoga who consented to perform the ceremony.  He had given her an engagement ring and two thousand dollars, which he asked her to keep for him, lest tempted at the track he should lose it.

But she assured Ford it was not such material things as a letter, a ring, or gift of money that had led her to trust Ashton.  His fear of losing her, his complete subjection to her wishes, his happiness in her presence, all seemed to prove that to make her happy was his one wish, and that he could do anything to make her unhappy appeared impossible.

They were married the morning she arrived at Saratoga; and the same day departed for Niagara Falls and Quebec.  The honeymoon lasted ten days.  They were ten days of complete happiness.  No one, so the girl declared, could have been more kind, more unselfishly considerate than her husband.  They returned to Saratoga and engaged a suite of rooms at one of the big hotels.  Ashton was not satisfied with the rooms shown him, and leaving her upstairs returned to the office floor to ask for others.