So little a thing would be enough, and then I shall leave Mardykes.

I'll go; not in any anger, Mrs.Julaper--don't think that; but I can't stay, I must be gone." "Well, now, there's nothing yet, Master Philip, to fret you like that.
You should not be talking so wild-like.

Master Bale has his sharp word and his short temper now and again; but I'm sure he likes you.

If he didn't, he'd a-said so to me long ago.

I'm sure he likes you well." "Hollo! I say, who's there?
Where the devil's Mr.Feltram ?" called the voice of the baronet, at a fierce pitch, along the passage.
"La! Mr.Feltram, it's him! Ye'd better run to him," whispered Mrs.
Julaper.
"D--n me! does nobody hear?
Mrs.Julaper! Hollo! ho! house, there! ho! D--n me, will nobody answer ?" And Sir Bale began to slap the wainscot fast and furiously with his walking-cane with a clatter like a harlequin's lath in a pantomime.
Mrs.Julaper, a little paler than usual, opened her door, and stood with the handle in her hand, making a little curtsey, enframed in the door-case; and Sir Bale, being in a fume, when he saw her, ceased whacking the panels of the corridor, and stamped on the floor, crying, "Upon my soul, ma'am, I'm glad to see you! Perhaps you can tell me where Feltram is ?" "He is in my room, Sir Bale.