“Well?”
Eric was somewhat surprised.
He had expected that the man would show signs of consternation.
On the contrary he maintained his self-possession, and even smiled.
“You contemplate a step that is bound to bring trouble.”
“It is not my fault,” with a sneer; “some people are so wrapped up in themselves that they can see no one else. This lady—her name shall not be mentioned, as I would not have it the subject of a quarrel—prefers my company to that in which circumstances have thrown her. She is restrained of her liberty, and I would give it to her. That is all. Through the interference of some interloper, such as yourself, we may be prevented from carrying our immediate plans into execution, but the postponement can only be temporary. We must triumph!”
Eric was more than ever amazed.
This man did not appear shamefaced—he even gloried in his foul work.
Surely this was the acme of villainy.
How was he to meet it?