"You don't happen to have got it about you ?" "God forbid, sir! O, Sir--O, Sir Bale--why, Bale, _Bale_, it's impossible! You _can't_ believe it.

When did I ever wrong you?
You know me since I was not higher than the table, and--and----" He burst into tears.
"Stop your snivelling, sir, and give up the note.

You know devilish well I can't spare it; and I won't spare you if you put me to it.

I've said my say." Sir Bale signed towards the door; and like a somnambulist, with dilated gaze and pale as death, Philip Feltram, at his wit's end, went out of the room.

It was not till he had again reached the housekeeper's door that he recollected in what direction he was going.