My husband was a gambler"-- she paused a second or two at Miss Danton's violent start--"and got into his old habits of staying out very late at night, and often, when he had lost money, coming home moody and miserable.

I had no influence over him to stop him.

He had a friend, another gambler, and a very bad man, who drew him on.

It was very dreary sitting alone night after night until twelve or one o'clock, and my only visitor was my cousin, the young man I told you of.

He was in love, and clandestinely engaged to a young lady, whose family were wealthy and would not for a moment hear of the match.