WYLDER'S HAjYD. 45 Rachel, very flushed and agitated still, was now trying to speak as usual. "She is good-looking — a little coarse some people think," resumed the young man; "but handsome; black eyes — black hair — rather on a large scale, but certainly handsome. A style I admire rather, though it is not very refined, nor at all classic. But I like her, and I wish you'd advise me." He was talking, after his wont, to the carpet. "Oh?" she exclaimed, with a gentle sort of derision. "You mean," he said, looking up for a moment, with a sudden stare, " she has got money. Of course she has • I could not afford to admire her if she had not; but I see you are not just now in a mood to trouble yourself about my nonsense — we can talk about it to-morrow; and tell me now, how do you get on with the Brandon peo- ple?" Rachel was curious, and would, if she could, have re- called that sarcastic ''oh" which had postponed the story; but she was also a little angry, and with anger there was pride, which would not stoop to ask for the revelation which he chose to defer; so she said, "Dorcas and I are very good friends; but I don't know very well what to make of her. She is either absolutely uninteresting, or very interesting indeed, and I can't say which." "Does she like you?" he asked. "I really don't know. She tolerates me, like every- thing else; and I don't flatter her; and we see a good deal of one another upon those terms, and I have no complaint to make of her. She has some aversions, but no quarrels; and has a sort of laziness — mental, bodily, and moral — '-hat is sublime, but provoking; and sometimes I admire her, and sometimes I despise her; and I do not yet know which feeling is the juster."