"I think I believe in the devil, if that's any good."
"Then, zur, I'd kill the devil."
"Can't; I love him too much."
"What, love the devil?"
"I hug him to my heart. He served me a nasty trick the other day, but I stick to him all the same. Yes, he's my only friend. He's nearly always with me. When I'm friendly with him, he helps me to forget. All the same, I'm tired of him in a way. Now, then, what would you do?"
"The devil is allays our enemy, zur, allays. You must kill 'ee or you're done for."
The conversation was out of her depth, but she felt sure she was saying what was right.
"I'm inclined to think you are right," said Leicester, with a bitter laugh. "And yet I don't know. What do you think he's been persuading me to do this afternoon?"
"Summin' bad, you may depend, zur."
"I don't know. You know that big pool up among the moors. It has a kind of fascination for me, and the devil always meets me there. He is always telling me that it is very peaceful and quiet at the bottom of the pool."