RAVENSBANE No, no; never.
RACHEL No other girls before to-day, my lord!
RAVENSBANE Before to-day? I do not know; I do not care. I was not here. To-day I was born—in your eyes. Ah! my brain whirls!
RACHEL [Smiling.] “If witchcraft be a whirling brain, A roving eye, a heart of pain,—” [In a whisper.] My lord, do you really believe in witchcraft?
RAVENSBANE With all my heart.
RACHEL And approve of it?
RAVENSBANE With all my soul.
RACHEL So do I—that is, innocent witchcraft; not to harm anybody, you know, but just to feel all the dark mystery and the trembling excitement—the way you feel when you blow out your candle all alone in your bedroom and watch the little smoke fade away in the moonshine.
RAVENSBANE Fade away in the moonshine!
RACHEL Oh, but we mustn’t speak of it. In a town like this, all such mysticism is considered damnable. But your lordship understands and approves? I am so glad! Have you read the “Philosophical Considerations” of Glanville, the “Saducismus Triumphatus,” and the “Presignifications of Dreams”? What kind of witchcraft, my lord, do you believe in?