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Updated: May 22, 2025
Won't you take something? Do. Shall I touch the bell?" "You have been troubled about those mortgages. I told you I should pay them off, I thought." Here there was a pause, and Sir Bale looked hard in Feltram's face.
On the lake he saw the white speck that indicated the sail of Philip Feltram's boat, now midway between Mardykes and the wooded shores of Cloostedd. "Going on the same errand," thought Sir Bale, "I should not wonder. I wish him the same luck. Yes, he's going to Cloostedd Forest. I hope he may meet his gipsies there the Trebecks, or whoever they are."
Julaper was sure of it; for her aunt, who died a very old woman twenty years before, remembered the time of the lady's death, and when she grew to woman's estate had opportunity in abundance; for the old people who surrounded her could remember forty years farther back, and tell everything connected with the old house in beautiful Miss Feltram's time.
And, Judy lass why, I thought you lived nearer the town here making poor Mr. Feltram's last toilet. You have helped to dress many a poor fellow for his last journey. Not a bad notion of drill either they stand at attention stiff and straight enough in the sentry-box. Your recruits do you credit, Mrs. Wale."
But he was confused by the suddenness of Feltram's appearance; and the tone, cold and stern, in which he had last spoken to him came first, and he spoke in it after a brief silence. "I fancied, Mr. Feltram, you were in your bed; I little expected to find you here. I think the Doctor gave very particular directions, and said that you were to remain perfectly quiet."
Sir Bale looked at him, for there was something ambiguous and even derisive in the tone of Feltram's voice. But before he could quite make up his mind, Feltram spoke again. "Everything is settled about you and me?" "There is nothing to prevent your staying at Mardykes now," said Sir Bale graciously.
Sir Bale looked at him, not knowing whether to believe his eyes and ears. He did not know what to make of him. "I had intended speaking to you in a conciliatory way; you seem to wish to make that impossible" Philip Feltram's face wore its repulsive smile; "and in fact I don't know what to make of you, unless you are ill; and ill you well may be. You can't have walked much less than twelve miles."
As Sir Bale, each looking in the other's eyes, repeated in this sentence the words "kind," "kindly," "kindness," a smile lighted Feltram's face with at each word an intenser light; and Sir Bale grew sombre in its glare; and when he had done speaking, Feltram's face also on a sudden darkened. "I have found a fortune-teller in Cloostedd Wood. Look here."
Sir Bale on his return shut his door as violently as if it were in the face of the old prophet. "Ask Feltram's pardon, by Jove! For what? Why, any jury on earth would have hanged him on half the evidence; and I, like a fool, was going to let him off with his liberty and my hundred pound-note! Ask his pardon indeed!"
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