"That's quite right, that's spoken like a wise lad; only I don't say you're to blame, nor no one; for folk can't help frettin' sometimes, no more than they can help a headache--none but a mafflin would say that--and I'll not deny but he has dowly ways when the fit's on him, and he frumps us all round, if such be his humour. But who is there hasn't his faults? We must bear and forbear, and take what we get and be cheerful. So chirp up, my lad; Philip, didn't I often ring the a'd rhyme in your ear long ago? "Be always as merry as ever you can, For no one delights in a sorrowful man. "So don't ye be gettin' up off your chair like that, and tramping about the room wi' your hands in your pockets, looking out o' this window, and staring out o' that, and sighing and crying, and looking so black-ox-trodden, 'twould break a body's heart to see you. Ye must be cheery; and happen you're hungry, and don't know it. I'll tell the cook to grill a hot bit for ye." "But I'm not hungry, Mrs. Julaper. How kind you are! dear me, Mrs. Julaper, I'm not worthy of it; I don't deserve half your kindness. 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. My grandmother was married; she was the true Lady Mardykes; _think_ what it was to see a woman like that turned out of doors, and her children robbed of their name. O, ma'am, you _can't_ think it; unless you were me, you couldn't--you couldn't--you couldn't!"