There was a silence of some seconds, and his yellow ferine gaze met hers strangely.
'You were always a sharp girl, Radie, and I think you do see it,' he said at last, very quietly.
'The witness—the witness—the dreadful witness!' she repeated.
'I'll show you, though, it's not so bad as you fancy. I'm sorry I did not take your advice; but how, I say, could I know he was such a devil? I must go back to him. I only came down to tell you, because Radie, you know you proposed it yourself; you must come, too—you must, Radie.'
'Oh, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley!'
'Why, d— it, it can't be helped now; can it?' said he, with a peevish malignity. But she was right; there was something of the poltroon in him, and he was trembling.
'Why could you not leave me in peace, Stanley?'
'I can't go without you, Rachel. I won't; and if we don't we're both ruined,' he said, with a bleak oath.
'Yes, Stanley, I knew you were a coward,' she replied, fiercely and wildly.
'You're always calling names, d— you; do as you like. I care less than you think how it goes.'