"I have been wicked,--not in things one has to confess to Father Gawain, but,--well, in making people like me, and give me things, and come to see me, and then afterwards flouting them for it and sending them away." It was not a lucid description, but it sufficed.
"Ah, but," said Margaret Douglas, "I think not these things to be wicked.

I hope that some day I shall do just the same, though, of course, I shall not be as beautiful as you, Maudie; no, never! I asked Sholto MacKim if I would, and he said, 'Of course not!' in a deep voice.

It was not pretty of him, was it, Maud ?" "I think it was very prettily said of him," answered Maud Lindesay, with the first flicker of a smile on her face.

Her conscience was quite at ease about Sholto.

He was different.