CHAPTER XIV

A New Philip Feltram

The Baronet had not seen Feltram since his strange escape from death.

His last interview with him had been stern and threatening; Sir Bale

dealing with appearances in the spirit of an incensed judge, Philip

Feltram lamenting in the submission of a helpless despair.

Feltram was full in the moonlight now, standing erect, and smiling

cynically on the Baronet.

There was that in the bearing and countenance of Feltram that

disconcerted him more than the surprise of the sudden meeting.

He had determined to meet Feltram in a friendly way, whenever that not

very comfortable interview became inevitable. But he was confused by the

suddenness of Feltram's appearance; and the tone, cold and stern, in

which he had last spoken to him came first, and he spoke in it after a

brief silence.

"I fancied, Mr. Feltram, you were in your bed; I little expected to find

you here. I think the Doctor gave very particular directions, and said

that you were to remain perfectly quiet."

"But I know more than the Doctor," replied Feltram, still smiling

unpleasantly.

"I think, sir, you would have been better in your bed," said Sir Bale

loftily.

"Come, come, come, come!" exclaimed Philip Feltram contemptuously.

[Illustration: It was the figure of a slight tall man, with his arm

extended, as if pointing to a remote object.]

"It seems to me," said Sir Bale, a good deal astonished, "you rather

forget yourself."

"Easier to forget oneself, Sir Bale, than to forgive others, at times,"

replied Philip Feltram in his unparalleled mood.

"That's the way fools knock themselves up," continued Sir Bale. "You've

been walking ever so far--away to the Fells of Golden Friars. It was you

whom I saw there. What d----d folly! What brought you there?"

"To observe you," he replied.

"And have you walked the whole way there and back again? How did you get

there?"

"Pooh! how did I come--how did you come--how did the fog come? From the

lake, I suppose. We all come up, and then down." So spoke Philip

Feltram, with serene insolence.

"You are pleased to talk nonsense," said Sir Bale.

"Because I like it--with a _meaning_."

Sir Bale looked at him, not knowing whether to believe his eyes and

ears. He did not know what to make of him.

"I had intended speaking to you in a conciliatory way; you seem to wish

to make that impossible"--Philip Feltram's face wore its repulsive

smile;--"and in fact I don't know what to make of you, unless you are

ill; and ill you well may be. You can't have walked much less than

twelve miles."

"Wonderful effort for me!" said Feltram with the same sneer.

"Rather surprising for a man so nearly drowned," answered Sir Bale

Mardykes.

"A dip: you don't like the lake, sir; but I do. And so it is: as Antaeus

touched the earth, so I the water, and rise refreshed."

"I think you'd better get in and refresh there. I meant to tell you that

all the unpleasantness about that bank-note is over."

"Is it?"

"Yes. It has been recovered by Mr. Creswell, who came here last night.

I've got it, and you're not to blame," said Sir Bale.

"But some one _is_ to blame," observed Mr. Feltram, smiling still.

"Well, _you_ are not, and that ends it," said the Baronet peremptorily.

"Ends it? Really, how good! how very good!"

Sir Bale looked at him, for there was something ambiguous and even

derisive in the tone of Feltram's voice.

But before he could quite make up his mind, Feltram spoke again.

"Everything is settled about you and me?"

"There is nothing to prevent your staying at Mardykes now," said Sir

Bale graciously.

"I shall be with you for two years, and then I go on my travels,"

answered Feltram, with a saturnine and somewhat wild look around him.

"Is he going mad?" thought the Baronet.

"But before I go, I'm to put you in a way of paying off your mortgages.

That is my business here."

Sir Bale looked at him sharply. But now there was not the unpleasant

smile, but the darkened look of a man in secret pain.

"You shall know it all by and by."

And without more ceremony, and with a darkening face, Philip Feltram

made his way under the boughs of the thick oaks that grew there, leaving

on Sir Bale's mind an impression that he had been watching some one at a

distance, and had gone in consequence of a signal.

In a few seconds he followed in the same direction, halloaing after

Feltram; for he did not like the idea of his wandering about the country

by moonlight, or possibly losing his life among the precipices, and

bringing a new discredit upon his house. But no answer came; nor could

he in that thick copse gain sight of him again.

When Sir Bale reached Mardykes Hall he summoned Mrs. Julaper, and had a

long talk with her. But she could not say that there appeared anything

amiss with Philip Feltram; only he seemed more reserved, and as if he

was brooding over something he did not intend to tell.

"But, you know, Sir Bale, what happened might well make a thoughtful man

of him. If he's ever to think of Death, it should be after looking him

so hard in the face; and I'm not ashamed to say, I'm glad to see he has

grace to take the lesson, and I hope his experiences may be sanctified

to him, poor fellow! Amen."

"Very good song, and very well sung," said Sir Bale; "but it doesn't

seem to me that he has been improved, Mrs. Julaper. He seems, on the

contrary, in a queer temper and anything but a heavenly frame of mind;

and I thought I'd ask you, because if he is ill--I mean feverish--it

might account for his eccentricities, as well as make it necessary to

send after him, and bring him home, and put him to bed. But I suppose it

is as you say,--his adventure has upset him a little, and he'll sober in

a day or two, and return to his old ways."

But this did not happen. A change, more comprehensive than at first

appeared, had taken place, and a singular alteration was gradually

established.

He grew thin, his eyes hollow, his face gradually forbidding.

His ways and temper were changed: he was a new man with Sir Bale; and

the Baronet after a time, people said, began to grow afraid of him. And

certainly Feltram had acquired an extraordinary influence over the

Baronet, who a little while ago had regarded and treated him with so

much contempt.

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