Kenelm Chillingly, Book 6.

ide by side towards the group (Sir Thomas and Mr. Braefield following at a little distance), t

um set of young fellows, quartered at Cromwell Lodge,-Grasmere had no accommodation for them,-students in the Academy, I suppose. For some

across the lawn towards the ladies, turning into sequestered paths through the shrubbery; now they emerged into the

t you have dissuaded Mr. Chillingly from turning Pap

ly recoiled from Kenelm's side. "Do you meditat

an on a question that puzzled me, and as abstract as that feminine pastime, theology, is now-a-days. I cannot convince Mrs. Braefie

urned her b

offended

houlders slightly a

ood qualities, nature has omitted one; the b

t face: the light of the skies was becomi

at do yo

er politely o

uthfully! What is l

one believe

in a certain way. But

hinking of fai

n I

fault w

g into the cradle of a mortal: that into the cradle she drops all manner of fairy gifts which are not bestowed on mere mortals; but that one mortal attribute she forgets. The changeling grows up

you mean; the reverse of

ery unpoetic quality; a quality that many dull people possess; and yet without it no fairy can fas

her foot petulantly, as in Kenelm's presence she ha

nelm, rising with a sort of bow one makes to th

d, still pou

the chair Kene