It was a resplendent springtide’s day. The sun shed drops of gold, and the wind kissed the cheek of the man, who wandered through a field of red, yellow and blue flowers. Yet this rustic scene of provincial France seemed to belie what he felt: for the galloping horses of doubt and regret trampled his mind. At any rate, what Carlton was about to face - reproachful stares and jeers - would forever pollute this day. Nevertheless, Carlton marched towards his destiny with determination not to surrender, not to show any sign of weakness towards Marty - the object of his affection - who eagerly waited for him. And as Carlton Aspern drew closer to the sandstone château, witness to their many nights of passion, he felt light-headed as if the flame that burnt in his heart would be blown out by self-deprecation. Why did he hate himself? But more importantly why was he going to cut the cord that bound him to Marty? His sense of shame was the obvious answer. However, if one were to examine the circumstances that led up to this moment: then the answer, he was also ashamed to admit, was that it was purely financial. Carlton Aspern, however, was brought up to believe that his place in society would be assured if he were to marry a rich wife, whose money would repair his fortunes and that of his estate, which comprised the ancient château and the surrounding countryside. Moreover, who in their right mind would marry a schemer such as Carlton Aspern?