I'd have been heartbroken 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 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.