After that there would be no kick on his part against what fate had decided for him, but he would pull in the traces meekly.
Satisfied that the man would be there when he wanted him, Eric now turned his attention toward the house.
He entered the gate.
As he had supposed from the glance he had obtained, the place was an ideal one for the full expression of love in a cottage.
Flowers probably bloomed here from May until bleak November.
Honeysuckles and wisteria covered the cottage—rose bushes and dozens of varieties of flowers filled the beds, but just then beautiful chrysanthemums were taking their rank as the fall flower.
It was a place to bring a bride, but would these beauties of nature appeal to a heart that was heavy with sin?
Eric could not for the life of him see how one could look upon nature again, after ruining the life of a noble man, but his experience had taught him to be surprised at nothing.
He did not speculate now.
Before him was duty.