wedding presents), content in each other's love.

Often, indeed, in this happy honeymoon Florence remembered the father
who had spurned her. But Walter's love had taken away the bitterness of
that thought. She tried to love her father now rather as she loved the
memory of little Paul--not as a cruel, cold, living man, but as some one
who had once lived and who might once have loved her.

IV

HOW FLORENCE FOUND HER FATHER AT LAST

Mr. Dombey, alone in the silent house, had made no search for Florence.
His pride bade him hide all traces of his grief and rage from the world.
He had only one thought--to find where Carker had fled with his wife, to
follow and to kill him. He hired detectives and at last discovered that
Carker had gone to a certain city in France. And to that place he
followed him.

Now Edith, desperate as she had been, had not really been so wicked as
Mr. Dombey supposed her. She had deserted him, but she had _not_ run
away with Carker. In all the trouble between herself and Mr. Dombey,
Carker (the smooth, smiling hypocrite!) had labored to make matters
worse. He had lied to Mr. Dombey about his wife and taunted her with her
position, and done everything in his power to make them hate each other
more bitterly. At last, when he saw Edith could bear it no longer, he
had begged her to run away with him, and when she refused, he had
threatened her in many cowardly ways. But Edith hated him as much as she
disliked her husband, and had not the least idea of running away with
him. She had pretended to Carker that she would do so, and had led her
husband and everybody else to think she _had_ done so, but this was only
to wound her husband's pride, and to punish him for all his tortures.
Carker had followed her to France, but, once there, he had found the
tables turned. Edith laughed at him and scorned him, and sent him from
her, baffled and furious.

Carker was thus caught in his own trap. He had lost his own position and
reputation, and had gained nothing for all his evil plots. And besides
this, he was a fugitive, and Mr. Dombey, the man he had wronged, was on
his track.

When he learned his enemy had followed him to France, Carker, raging,
but cowardly, fled back to England; and back to England Edith's
revengeful husband followed him day and night. The wicked manager knew
no more peace or rest. He traveled into the country, seeking some lonely
village in which to hide, but he could not shake off that g