The receiving teller must have thought me an eccentric to carry so
large a sum, and I know he thought that Jacqueline and I had just been
married, for I saw him smile over the entry that he made in my bank
book.

I wanted to deposit her money in her own name, but this would have
involved inquiries and explanations which I was not in a position to
satisfy. So there was nothing to do but deposit it in my own, and
afterward I could refund it to her.

I said that the receiving teller smiled--he wore that indescribable
congratulatory look with which it is the custom to favor the newly
married.

In fact, we were exactly like a honeymoon couple. Although I
endeavored to maintain an air of practical self-assurance there was now
a new shyness in her manner, an atmosphere of undefinable but very real
sweetness in the relationship between us which set my heart hammering
at times when I looked at her flushed cheeks and the fair hair, blown
about her face, and hiding the glances which she stole timidly at me.

It was like a honeymoon departure, only with another man's wife; and
that made the sentiment more elevated and more chivalrous, for it set a
seal of honour on me which must remain unbroken till the time arrived.

I wondered, as we strolled up Fifth Avenue together, how much she knew,
what she remembered, and what thoughts went coursing through her head.
That child-like faith of hers was marvellously sweet. It was an
innocent confidence, but it was devoid of weakness. I believed that