"I'll think about it," was his answer.

But within a few days Elinor was the owner of a quiet mare, stabled
at the academy, and was riding each day in the tan bark ring between
its white-washed fences, while a mechanical piano gave an air of
festivity to what was otherwise rather a solemn business.

Within a week of that time the riding academy had a new instructor,
a tall, thin young man, looking older than he was, with heavy dark
hair and a manner of repressed insolence. A man, the grooms said
among themselves, of furious temper and cold eyes.

And in less than four months Elinor Cardew ran away from home and
was married to Jim Doyle. Anthony received two letters from a
distant city, a long, ecstatic but terrified one from his daughter,
and one line on a slip of paper from her husband. The one line
read: "I always pay my debts."

Anthony made a new will, leaving Howard everything, and had Elinor's
rooms closed. Fraulein went away, weeping bitterly, and time went
on. Now and then Anthony heard indirectly from Doyle. He taught
in a boys' school for a time, and was dismissed for his radical views.
He did brilliant editorial work on a Chicago newspaper, but now and
then he intruded his slant-eyed personal views, and in the end he
lost his position. Then he joined the Socialist party, and was
making speeches containing radical statements that made the police
of various cities watchful. But he managed to keep within the
letter of the law.

Howard Cardew married when Elinor had been gone less than a year.