St. George and St. Michael. Volume II

So also did Amanda; but not the less did she cherish feelings of / revenge against her whom she more than suspected of having been the / contriver of her harmful discomfiture. She felt certain that Dorothy / had laid the snare into which they had fallen, with the hope if not / the certainty of catching just themselves two in it, and she read in / her, therefore, jealousy and cruelty as well as coldness and / treachery. Rowland on the other hand was inclined to attribute the / mishap to the displeasure of lord Herbert, whose supernatural / acquirements, he thought, had enabled him both to discover and / punish their intrusion. Amanda, nevertheless, kept her own opinion, / and made herself henceforth all eyes and ears for Dorothy, hoping / ever to find a chance of retaliating, if not in kind yet in / plentiful measure of vengeance. Dorothy's odd ways, lawless / movements, and what the rest of the ladies counted her vulgar / tastes, had for some time been the subject of remark to the / gossiping portion of the castle community; and it seemed to Amanda / that in watching and discovering what she was about when she / supposed herself safe from the eyes of her equals and superiors, lay / her best chance of finding a mode of requital. Nor was she satisfied / with observation, but kept her mind busy on the trail, now of one, / now of another vague-bodied revenge.

The charge of low tastes was founded upon the fact that there was / not an artisan about the castle, from Caspar downwards, whom Dorothy / did not know and address by his name; but her detractors, in drawing / their conclusions from it, never thought of finding any related / significance in another fact, namely, that there was not a single / animal either, of consequence enough to have a name, which did not / know by it. There were very few of the animals indeed which did not / know her in return, if not by her name, yet by her voice or her / presence -- some of them even by her foot or her hand. She would / wander about the farmyard and stables for an hour at a time, / visiting all that were there, and specially her little horse, which / she had long, oh, so long ago! named Dick, nor had taken his name / from him any more than from Marquis.