CHAPTER XI.
Sir Bale's Dream It was Doctor Torvey who entered the old still-room now, buttoned-up to the chin in his greatcoat, and with a muffler of many colours wrapped partly over that feature.
"Well!--hey?
So poor Feltram's had an accident ?" The Doctor was addressing Sir Bale, and getting to the bedside as he pulled off his gloves.
"I see you've been keeping him warm--that's right; and a considerable flow of water from his mouth; turn him a little that way.

Hey?
O, ho!" said the Doctor, as he placed his hand upon Philip, and gently stirred his limbs.

"It's more than an hour since this happened.

I'm afraid there's very little to be done now;" and in a lower tone, with his hand on poor Philip Feltram's arm, and so down to his fingers, he said in Sir Bale Mardykes' ear, with a shake of his head, "Here, you see, poor fellow, here's the cadaveric stiffness; it's very melancholy, but it's all over, he's gone; there's no good trying any more.

Come here, Mrs.Julaper.Did you ever see any one dead?
Look at his eyes, look at his mouth.