You remember that my father's name, the name under which I married Molly, was Chedridge.
"Nothing now held me from Molly--in another month I would have my degree, and free and rich I could go to claim her.

It seemed like a fairy tale! In my great happiness I broke my promise and wrote to her, to the California address, hoping to catch her there.

In three weeks' time the letter came back from the dead letter office.

I wrote again, this time to the Cleveland address, a short note only, telling her I was free at last.

Then, next day, I followed the letter to Cleveland, wealth in one hand, the assurance of an honourable degree in the other.
"I had no trouble in finding the house.