For the rest--if there was any rest--he would simply trust to fate.

And so, believing himself a cool, sagacious reasoner, but being actually, as far as Miss Dows was concerned, as blind, fatuous, and unreasoning as any of her previous admirers, he rode complacently forward until he reached the lane that led to the Dows plantation.
Here a better kept roadway and fence, whose careful repair would have delighted Drummond, seemed to augur well for the new enterprise.
Presently, even the old-fashioned local form of the fence, a slanting zigzag, gave way to the more direct line of post and rail in the Northern fashion.

Beyond it presently appeared a long low frontage of modern buildings which, to Courtland's surprise, were entirely new in structure and design.

There was no reminiscence of the usual Southern porticoed gable or columned veranda.

Yet it was not Northern either.