A shiver of disgust ran through her and broke out in her voice: "Love him! No! At first it seemed as if I did; but after I saw what he was and how he lived, it was dreadful, I hated him so." "But how came you married to him?" "I don't know; I never could tell. It was when we went on that picnic. He asked me to walk with him. It was good fun to set you all wondering, and I went. He took me down the hill and towards the beach, close by the tavern. We had been flirting for weeks then in New York and here, for he always met me when I went out to walk or ride, or anything; but I never thought of marrying him in earnest, upon my sacred word. Well, that day, just as we came to the tavern, he said, 'Let us stop a moment and get married; there is a clergyman in here.' "I didn't believe him, and said so. 'Come in and see for yourself,' was his answer. I went in laughing. A gentleman sat in one of the rooms, and Mr. North's mulatto servant, who was sauntering about the door when we came up, followed us in. I don't know what possessed me. Perhaps for the minute I loved him; it seemed to me that I must stand up when the strange man rose. He only said a few words, and before I really believed it was a true ceremony the man said I was Mr. North's wife, and wrote out a paper, which I dropped, thinking that I should be really married if I took it, but which Mr. North picked up, saying I did not know its value." "The scoundrel! The infamous, double-dyed scoundrel!" cried Tom. "But you didn't love him--you didn't love him?" "No," said Elsie, shaking her head. "I tried my best to get away from it all, but it was of no use. Then he petted me so, and told me how beautifully we would live somewhere in Europe, and I thought him so rich. But it was my money he meant to use. He thought that half of uncle's property was mine, and when I told him how it was, oh, I won't tell you how rude he became. Just after he told me about that other person." Elsie broke off here, and covered her face with both hands again. Tom saw the scarlet glow where it shot up to her temples and bathed her white throat, and gave his hands one hard grip in a wild desire to strike something. "There comes a question," he said, hoarsely; "did you leave him?" "Yes, yes; that very hour." "And never saw him again?" "Never but once; and then I ordered him out of the house." "Because you hated him so?" Tom seized both her hands as he asked this question, and wrung them till she could scarcely keep from crying out with pain. "Oh, how I did hate him!" she exclaimed, shuddering. "Elsie," said Tom, "look into my face, straight into my eyes." She obeyed him, with a look of piteous appeal. "Did you ever love me?" Her hands were locked together, she lifted them up with more of energy than he had ever witnessed in her before. "Did you?" repeated Tom, and a glow came into his face. "Yes."