'I don't know, and can't say, how you fine gentlemen define wickedness:
only, as an obscure female, I speak according to my lights: and he is
generally thought the wickedest man in this county.'

'Well, you know, Radie, women like wicked fellows: it is contrast, I
suppose, but they do; and I'm sure, from what Bracton has said to me--I
know him intimately--that Dorcas likes him, and I can't conceive why they
are not married.'

'It is very happy, for her at least, they are not,' said Rachel, and a
long silence ensued.

Their walk continued silent for the greater part, neither was quite
satisfied with the other. But Rachel at last said--

'Stanley, you meditate some injury to Mark Wylder.'

'I, Radie?' he answered quietly, 'why on earth should you think so?'

'I saw you twice watch him when you thought no one observed you--and I
know your face too well, Stanley, to mistake.'

'Now that's impossible, Radie; for I really don't think I once thought of
him all this evening--except just while we were talking.'

'You keep your secret as usual, Stanley,' said the young lady.

'Really, Radie, you're quite mistaken. I assure you, upon my honour, I've
no secret. You're a very odd girl--why won't you believe me?'