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Updated: June 22, 2025
There! not content with robbing me of every pleasure in life, I verily believe you were going to let me go downstairs with my hat cocked over one ear. And don't you snort and look at me like that. I'm not going to meet Mr. Charteris. I'm going driving with Felix Kennaston; he asked me at luncheon. I suppose you'll object to him next; you object to all my friends. Very well!
So her eyes never strayed toward him; and her attention never left him. At the end of luncheon she could have enumerated for you every morsel he had eaten, every glare he had directed toward Kennaston, every beseeching look he had turned to her. Of course, he had taken sherry dry sherry.
Epigrams are all very well, but I fancy there is more happiness to be derived from a single impulse from a vernal wood than from a whole problem-play of smart sayings. So few of us are natural," Mr. Kennaston complained, with a dulcet sigh; "we are too sophisticated. Our very speech lacks the tang of outdoor life.
Kennaston tell me just now that he was dead? or was it the whisper, attractive?" The Colonel coughed. "Kennaston er Kennaston's a fool," he declared, helplessly. "Always said he was a fool. We'll have Jeal in presently." "No I remember now Mr. Kennaston said Billy would die very soon. You don't like people to disagree with you, do you, attractive?
Kennaston, enviously, "what a thing it is to be practical!" And he laughed toward Margaret, in his whimsical way. Miss Hugonin had been strangely silent; but she returned Mr. Kennaston's smile, and began to take part in the conversation. "You're only an ignorant child," she rebuked him, "and a very naughty child, too, to make fun of us in this fashion." "Yes," Mr.
There was always an indefinable air of pathos about her; as Hunston Wyke put it, one felt, somehow, that her mother had been of a domineering disposition, and that she took after her father. "Ah, dear lady," Mr. Kennaston cried, playfully, "you, like many of us, have become an alien to Nature in your quest of a mere Earthly Paradox.
In the amazing fantasy The Cream of the Jest Mr. Cabell has embodied the visions of the romancer Felix Kennaston so substantially that Kennaston's diurnal walks in Lichfield seem hardly as real as those nightly ventures which under the guise of Horvendile he makes into the glowing land he has created.
So the Eagle thrives, and daily the rich grow richer and the poor grow poorer, and the end " Kennaston paused, staring into vacancy. "Eh, well," said he, with a smile and a snap of his fingers, "the end rests upon the knees of the gods. But there must need be an end some day. And meanwhile, you cannot blame us if we cringe to the Eagle that is master of the world.
But if Miss Hugonin was somewhat taciturn, her counsellors in divers schemes for benefiting the universe were in opulent vein. Billy heard them silently. "I have spent the entire morning by the lake," Mr. Kennaston informed the party at large, "in company with a mocking-bird who was practising a new aria.
Margaret always had a kind heart. Kennaston stood before her, smiling a little. He was the sort of man to appreciate the manoeuver. "My lady," he asked, very softly, "haven't you any good news for me on this wonderful morning?" "Excellent news," Margaret assented, with a cheerfulness that was not utterly free from trepidation.
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