"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.

It 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.