home, my love. I want you to love me."

"You little devil!" Carnac declared. "I'd rather cut my own throat.
I'm going to have a divorce. I'm going to teach you and the others a
lesson you won't forget."

"There isn't a jury in the United States you could convince after what
you've done. You've made it impossible. Go to Judge Grimshaw and see
what he will say. Go and ask the hotel people and see what they will
say. You're my husband, and I mean you shall live with me, and I'll love
you better than any woman on earth can love you. . . . Won't you?"
She held out her hand.

With an angry exclamation, Carnac refused it, and then she suddenly
turned on her heel, slipped round a corner and was gone.

Carnac was dumbfounded. He did not know what to do. He went dazedly
home, and slept little that night. The next day he went out to Shipton
and saw Judge Grimshaw and told him the whole tale. The Judge shook his
head.

"It's too tall a story. Why, you went through the ceremony as if it was
the real thing, signed the papers, paid my fee, and kissed the bride.
You could not get a divorce on such evidence. I'm sorry for you, if you
don't want the girl. She's very nice, and 'd make a good wife. What
does she mean to do?"

"I don't know. She left me in the street and went back to her home. I
won't live with her."