Gentle half-foolish Philip Feltram would tell the story of his wrongs, and weep and wish he was dead; and kind Mrs. Julaper, who remembered him a child, would comfort him with cold pie and cherry-brandy, or a cup of coffee, or some little dainty.

'O, ma'am, I'm tired of my life. What's the good of living, if a poor devil is never let alone, and called worse names than a dog? Would not it be better, Mrs. Julaper, to be dead? Wouldn't it be better, ma'am? I think so; I think it night and day. I'm always thinking the same thing. I don't care, I'll just tell him what I think, and have it off my mind. I'll tell him I can't live and bear it longer.'

There now, don't you be frettin'; but just sip this, and remember you're not to judge a friend by a wry word. He does not mean it, not he. They all had a rough side to their tongue now and again; but no one minded that. I don't, nor you needn't, no more than other folk; for the tongue, be it never so bitin', it can't draw blood, mind ye, and hard words break no bones; and I'll make a cup o' tea-ye like a cup o' tea-and we'll take a cup together, and ye'll chirp up a bit, and see how pleasant and ruddy the sun shines in the lake this evening.'

She was patting him gently on the shoulder, as she stood slim and stiff in her dark silk by his chair, and her rosy little face smiled down on him. She was, for an old woman, wonderfully pretty still. What a delicate skin she must have had! The wrinkles were etched upon it with so fine a needle, you scarcely could see them a little way off; and as she smiled her cheeks looked fresh and smooth as two ruddy little apples.

Look out, I say,' and she nodded towards the window, deep set in the thick wall. 'See how bright and soft everything looks in that pleasant light; that's better, child, than the finest picture man's hand ever painted yet, and God gives it us for nothing; and how pretty Snakes Island glows up in that light !'

The dejected man, hardly raising his head, followed with his eyes the glance of the old woman, and looked mournfully through the window.

That island troubles me, Mrs. Julaper.'

'Everything troubles you, my poor goose-cap. I'll pull your lug for ye, child, if ye be so dowly; and with a mimic pluck the good-natured old housekeeper pinched his ear and laughed.

'I'll go to the still-room now, where the water's boiling, and I'll make a cup of tea; and if I find ye so dow when I come back, I'll throw it all out o' the window, mind.'

It was indeed a beautiful picture that Feltram saw in its deep frame of old masonry. The near part of the lake was flushed all over with the low western light; the more distant waters lay dark in the shadow of the mountains; and against this shadow of purple the

rocks on Snakes Island, illuminated by the setting sun, started into sharp clear light.

But this beautiful view had no charm at least, none powerful enough to master the latent horror associated with its prettiest feature for the weak and dismal man who was looking at it; and being now alone, he rose and leant on the window, and looked out, and then with a kind of shudder clutching his hands together, and walking distractedly about the room.

Without his perceiving, while his back was turned, the housekeeper came back; and seeing him walking in this distracted way, she thought to herself, as he leant again upon the window:

'WeH, it is a burning shame to worrit any poor soul into that state. Sir Bale was always down on someone or something, man or beast; there always was something he hated, and could never let alone. It was not pretty; it was his nature. Happen, poor fellow, he could not help it; but so it was.'

A maid came in and set the tea-things down; and Mrs. Julaper drew her sad guest over by the arm, and made him sit down, and she said: What has a man to do, frettin' in that way? By Jen, I'm ashamed o' ye, Master Philip! Ye like three lumps o' sugar, I think, and look cheerful, ye must!-a good deal o' cream ?'

'You're so kind, Mrs. Julaper, you're so cheery. I feel quite comfortable after awhile when I'm with you; I feel quite happy,' and he began to cry.

She understood him very well by this time, and took no notice, but went on chatting gaily, and made his tea as he liked it; and he dried up his tears hastily, thinking she had not observed.

So the clouds began to clear. This innocent fellow liked nothing better than a cup of tea and a chat with gentle and cheery old Mrs. Julaper, and a talk in which the shadowy old times which he remembered as a child emerged into sunlight and lived again.

When he began to feel better, drawn into the kindly old times. by the tinkle of that harmless old woman's tongue, he said:

'I sometimes think I would not so much mind-I should not care so much-if my spirits were not so much depressed, and I so agitated. I suppose I am not quite well.'

'Well, tell me what's wrong, child, and it's odd but I have a recipe on the shelf there that will do you good.'

'It is not a matter of that sort I mean; though I'd rather have you than any doctor, if I needed medicine, to prescribe for me.'

Mrs. Julaper smiled in spite of herself, well pleased; for her skill in pharmacy was a point on which the good lady prided herself, and was open to flattery, which, without intending it, the simple fellow administered.

'No, I'm well enough; I can't say I ever was better. It is only, ma'am, that I have such dreams-you have no idea.'

There are dreams and dreams, my dear: there's some signifies no more than the babble of the lake down there on the pebbles, and there's others that has a meaning; there's dreams that is but vanity, and there's dreams that is good, and dreams that is bad. Lady Mardykes-heavens be her bed this day! that's his grandmother I mean—was very sharp for reading dreams. Take another cup of tea. Dear me! what a noise the crows keep aboon our heads, going home! and how high they wing it!—that's a sure sign of fine weather. An' what do you dream about? tell me your dream, and I may show you it's a good one, after all. For many a dream is ugly to see and ugly to tell, and a good dream, with a happy meaning, for all that.'

CHAPTER VI.

THE INTRUDER.

'WELL, Mrs. Julaper, dreams I've dreamed like other people, old and young; but this, ma'am, has taken a fast hold of me,' said Mr. Feltram dejectedly, leaning back in his chair and looking down with his hands in his pockets. I think, Mrs. Julaper, it is getting into me. I think it's like possession.'

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'Possession, child! what do you mean ?'

I think there is something trying to influence me. Perhaps it is the way fellows go mad; but it won't let me alone. I've seen it three times, think of that!'

'Well, dear, and what have ye seen?' she asked with an uneasy cheerfulness, smiling, with eyes fixed steadily upon him; for the idea of a madman-even gentle Philip in that state-was not quieting.

Do you remember the picture, full-length, that had no frame -the lady in the white-satin saque-she was beautiful, funeste,' he added, talking more to himself; and then more distinctly to Mrs. Julaper again in the white-satin saque; and with the little mobcap and blue ribbons to it, and a bouquet in her fingers; that wasthat you know who she was?'

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That was your great-grandmother, my dear,' said Mrs. Julaper, lowering her eyes. It was a dreadful pity it was spoiled. boys in the pantry had it for a year there on the table for a tray, to wash the glasses on and the like. It was a shame; that was the prettiest picture in the house, with the gentlest, rosiest face.'

It ain't so gentle or rosy now, I can tell you,' said Philip. 'As fixed as marble; with thin lips, and a curve at the nostril. Do you remember the woman that was found dead in the clough, when I was a boy, that the gipsies murdered, it was thought,-a cruel-looking woman ?'

'Agoy! Master Philip dear! ye would not name that terriblelooking creature with the pretty, fresh, kindly face!'

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talk that frightens me. She wants to make use of me; and, you see, it is like getting a share in my mind, and a voice in my thoughts, and a command over me gradually; and it is just one idea, as straight as a line of light across the lake-see what she's come to. O Lord, help me!'

'Well, now, don't you be talkin' like that. It is just a little bit dowly and troubled, because the master says a wry word now and then; and so ye let your spirits go down, don't ye see, and all sorts o' fancies comes into your head.'

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There's no fancy in my head,' he said with a quick look of suspicion; only you asked me what I dreamed. I don't care if all the world knew. I dreamed I went down steps into the lake, and got a message. There are no steps near Snakes Island, we all know that,' and he laughed chillily. I'm out of spirits, as you say; and-and-O dear! I wish-Mrs. Julaper-I wish I was in my coffin, and quiet.'

'Now that's very wrong of you, Master Philip; you should think of all the blessings you have, and not be makin' mountains o' molehills; and those little bits o' temper Sir Bale shows, why, no one minds 'em that is, to take 'em to heart like you do, don't ye see?' I daresay; I suppose, Mrs. Julaper, you are right. I'm unreasonable often, I know,' said gentle Philip Feltram. 'I daresay I make too much of it; I'll try. I'm his secretary, and I know I'm not so bright as he is, and it is natural he should sometimes be a little impatient; I ought to be more reasonable, I'm sure. is all that thing that has been disturbing me-I mean fretting; and, I think, I'm not quite well; and-and letting myself think too much of vexations. It's my own fault, I'm sure, Mrs. Julaper; and I know I'm to blame.'

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That's quite right, that's spoken like a wise lad; only I don't say you're to blame, nor no one; for folk can't help frettin' sometimes, no more than they can help a headache-none but a mafflin would say that and I'll not deny but he has dowly ways when the fit's on him, and he frumps us all round, if such be his humour. But who is there hasn't his faults? We must bear and forbear, and take what we get and be cheerful. So chirp up, my lad; Philip, didn't I often ring the a'ad rhyme in your ear long ago?

Be always as merry as ever you can,
For no one delights in a sorrowful man.

So don't ye be gettin' up off your chair like that, and tramping about the room wi' your hands in your pockets, looking out o' this window and staring out o' that, and sighing and crying, and looking so black-ox-trodden, 'twould break a body's heart to see you. Ye must be cheery; and happen you're hungry, and don't know it. I'll tell the cook to grill a hot bit for ye.'

'But I'm not hungry, Mrs. Julaper. How kind you are! dear

me, Mrs. Julaper, I'm not worthy of it; I don't deserve half your kindness. I'd have been heart-broken long ago, but for you.'

And I'll make a sup of something hot for you; you'll take a rummer-glass of punch-you must.'

But I like the tea better; I do indeed, Mrs. Julaper.'

Tea is no drink for a man when his heart's down. It should be something with a leg in it, lad; something hot that will warm your courage up 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.

A gentler spirit than poor Feltram, a more good-natured soul than the old housekeeper, were nowhere among the children of earth.

Philip Feltram, who was reserved enough elsewhere, used to come into her room and cry, and take her by both hands piteously, standing before her and looking down in her face, while tears ran deviously down his cheeks.

'Did you ever know such a case? was there ever a fellow like me? did you ever know such a thing? You know what I am, Mrs. Julaper, and who I am. They call me Feltram; but Sir Bale knows as well as I that my true name is not that. I'm Philip Mardykes ; and another fellow would make a row about it, and claim his name and his rights, as she is always croaking in my ear I ought. But you know that is not reasonable. My grandmother was married; she was the true Lady Mardykes; think what it was to see a woman like that turned out of doors, and her children robbed of their very name. O, ma'am, you can't think it; unless you were me, you couldn't you couldn't you couldn't!'

'Come, come, Master Philip, don't you be taking on so; and ye mustn't be talking like that, d'ye mind? You know he wouldn't stand that; and it's an old story now, and there's naught can be proved concerning it; and what I think is this-I wouldn't wonder the poor lady was beguiled. But anyhow she surely thought she was his lawful wife; and though the law may hev found a flaw somewhere and I take it 'twas so-yet sure I am she was an honourable lady. But where's the use of stirring that old sorrow? or how can ye prove aught? and the dead hold their peace, you know; dead mice, they say, feels no cold; and dead folks are past fooling. So don't you talk like that; for stone walls have ears, and ye might say that ye couldn't unsay; and death's day is doom's day. So leave all in the keeping of God; and, above all, never lift hand when ye can't strike.'

Lift my hand! O, Mrs. Julaper, you couldn't think that; you little know me; I did not mean that; I never dreamed of hurting Sir Bale. Good heavens! Mrs. Julaper, you couldn't think that!