Here again was the taint of the blood that ran in his veins. The curse had reached him--in addition to the long, sad nose and the bandy legs. The sense of enjoyment was never to be his. The greed of gain--gain of any sort--filled his heart, and ennui secretly nestling in his soul said: "Thou shalt possess, but not enjoy."
He was conscious of this voice, but did not understand it then. He only burned to possess; looking to possession to provide enjoyment. In this he was not quite alone--with him in his error are all men and women. And so we talk of Love coming after marriage--and so women marry without Love, believing that it will follow. God help them! That which comes afterwards is not even the ghost of Love, it is only Custom. This was the spirit of Seymour Michael. He had already acqui
