"I don't like that fellow anyway, Emily."
"Don't like him! why not, pray?"
He gave a sort of derisive ejaculation, and added:
"You are a little simpleton, Emily, so good and true, you take all for gold."
"Well," I replied, "Matthias is good, I know; but why do you dislike him?"
"Oh! he belongs to a miserable, low-lived, thievish race, and he knows enough to be a dangerous fellow to have round. If I were you I'd not encourage his hanging round; he'll do something to pay you for your kindness yet."
CHAPTER XII.
A REMEDY FOR WRONG-TALKING.
I could not believe what Mr. Benton said of Matthias, and did not refrain from speaking of it to Clara, whose opinions were golden to me, and her reply was perfectly in accordance with my own feelings. Each took her own route to the conclusion, but her interpretation came as an intuitive perception, while mine was more like something which fell into my mind with a power whenever his eyes met my own.