“For you.”

“Why, o’ course I know that ,” said Riderhood, as arguing something that was self-evident. “O’ course I know very well as no man in his right senses would suppose as anythink would make me give it up agin when I’d once got it. But what do you want for it?”

“I don’t know that I want anything for it. Or if I do want anything for it, I don’t know what it is.” Bradley gave this answer in a stolid, vacant, and self-communing manner, which Mr. Riderhood found very extraordinary.

“You have no goodwill towards this Wrayburn,” said Bradley, coming to the name in a reluctant and forced way, as if he were dragged to it.

“No.”

“Neither have I.”