If I had been here myself, I don't know--hot bricks--salt isn't a bad thing.

I don't know, I say, that anything of any consequence has been omitted." And looking at the body, "You see," and he drew the fingers a little this way and that, letting them return, as they stiffly did, to their former attitude, "you may be sure that the poor gentleman was quite dead by the time he arrived here.

So, since he was laid there, nothing has been lost by delay.

And, Sir Bale, if you have any directions to send to Golden Friars, sir, I shall be most happy to undertake your message." "Nothing, thanks; it is a melancholy ending, poor fellow! You must come to the study with me, Doctor Torvey, and talk a little bit more; and--very sad, doctor--and you must have a glass of sherry, or some port--the port used not to be bad here; I don't take it--but very melancholy it is--bring some port and sherry; and, Mrs.Julaper, you'll be good enough to see that everything that should be done here is looked to; and let Marlin and the men have supper and something to drink.

You have been too long in your wet clothes, Marlin." So, with gracious words all round, he led the Doctor to the library where he had been sitting, and was affable and hospitable, and told him his own version of all that had passed between him and Philip Feltram, and presented himself in an amiable point of view, and pleased the Doctor with his port and flatteries--for he could not afford to lose anyone's good word just now; and the Doctor was a bit of a gossip, and in most houses in that region, in one character or another, every three months in the year.
So in due time the Doctor drove back to Golden Friars, with a high opinion of Sir Bale, and higher still of his port, and highest of all of himself: in the best possible humour with the world, not minding the storm that blew in his face, and which he defied in good-humoured mock-heroics spoken in somewhat thick accents, and regarding the thunder and lightning as a lively gala of fireworks; and if there had been a chance of finding his cronies still in the George and Dragon, he would have been among them forthwith, to relate the tragedy of the night, and tell what a good fellow, after all, Sir Bale was; and what a fool, at best, poor Philip Feltram.
But the George was quiet for that night.