At all other times he seemed to be a cheerful, simple-hearted, and very capable and industrious "hand." To Dulcibel, as was natural, Antipas always manifested the greatest devotion.

Her little black mare was always groomed to perfection, he never being satisfied until he took a white linen handkerchief that he kept for the purpose, and, passing it over the mare's shining coat, saw that no stain or loose black hair remained on it.
"You think that Mistress Dulcibel is an angel, do you not ?" said one of the female servants to him about this time, a little scornfully.
"No, I know what she is," he replied.

"Shall I tell you--but if I do, you will not believe"-- and he looked at the girl a little doubtfully.
"Oh, yes, I will," said the girl.
"Come here then and I will whisper it to you.

I heard the minister read about her once, she is the woman that is 'clothed with the sun and has the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars.'" "That is wicked, Antipas.

If Master Parris heard that you said things like that, he would have you whipped and put in the stocks." "Master Parris?
you mean Beelzebub! I know Beelzebub when I see him." And Antipas gave one of his unnatural, insane laughs, which were getting very frequent of late.
For the general excitement was proving too much for Antipas.