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Feltram loosed the rope and shoved the boat off; and taking his seat also, they began to pull together, without another word, until, in about ten minutes, they had got a considerable way off the Cloostedd shore. The leather bag was too clumsy a burden to conceal; besides, Feltram knew all about the transaction, and Sir Bale had no need to make a secret.
Here was news coming; and the Baronet stood up looking at the door, on which presently came a hurried rapping; and before he had answered, in the midst of a long thunder-clap that suddenly broke, rattling over the house, the good woman opened the door in great agitation, and cried with a tremulous uplifting of her hands. "O, Sir Bale! O, la, sir! here's poor dear Philip Feltram come home dead!"
With respect to but one person was his conduct uniform, and that was Philip Feltram. He was a sort of aide-de-camp near Sir Bale's person, and chargeable with all the commissions and offices which could not be suitably intrusted to a mere servant. But in many respects he was treated worse than any servant of the Baronet's.
One day in the courtyard, Sir Bale seeing Feltram leaning upon the parapet that overlooks the lake, approached him, and said in a low tone, "I've been thinking if we that is, I do owe that money to old Trebeck, it is high time I should pay it. I was ill, and had lost my head at the time; but it turned out luckily, and it ought to be paid.
A moment after, a lank slim bird, perfectly white, started from the same boughs, and winged its way to the forest. "A kite, I think; but its body is a little too long, isn't it?" said Sir Bale again, stopping and looking after its flight also. "A foreign kite, I daresay?" said Feltram. All this time there was hopping near them a jay, with the tameness of a bird accustomed to these solitudes.
"And have you walked the whole way there and back again? How did you get there?" "Pooh! how did I come how did you come how did the fog come? From the lake, I suppose. We all come up, and then down." So spoke Philip Feltram, with serene insolence. "You are pleased to talk nonsense," said Sir Bale. "Because I like it with a meaning."
Lady Mardykes pleaded earnestly, and even with tears; for if Gertrude were to leave the neighbourhood, she well knew how utterly solitary her own life would become. Sir Bale at last vouchsafed some little light as to his motives. There was an old story, he told her, that his estate would go to a Feltram. He had an instinctive distrust of that family.
It should be something with a leg in it, lad; something hot that will warm your courage for ye, and set your blood a-dancing, and make ye talk brave and merry; and will you have a bit of a broil first? No? Well then, you'll have a drop o' punch? ye sha'n't say no." And so, all resistance overpowered, the consolation of Philip Feltram proceeded.
In that direction each lady looked aghast, and saw Feltram sitting straight up in the bed, with the white bandage in his hand, and as it seemed, for one foot was below the coverlet, near the floor, about to glide forth. Mrs. Bligh, uttering a hideous shriek, clutched Mrs. Wale, and Mrs. Wale, with a scream as dreadful, gripped Mrs.
The Baronet was unusually angry notwithstanding, and stopping short about three steps away, addressed Feltram with a pale face and gleaming eyes. It was quite plain that there was something very exciting upon his mind. "I've been looking for you, Mr. Feltram; I want a word or two, if you have done your your whatever it is." He whisked the point of his stick towards the modest tea-tray.
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