Now, Fellside is the only place we have in which he is likely to get perfect rest.

Anywhere else we should have to entertain.
Fellside is out of the world.

There is no one to be entertained.' 'Except your neighbour, Wordsworth.

I suppose you see him sometimes ?' 'Dear simple-minded old soul, he gives nobody any trouble,' said her ladyship.
'But is not Westmoreland very cold in winter ?' asked her friend.
Lady Maulevrier smiled benignly, as at an inoffensive ignorance.
'So sheltered,' she murmured.

'We are at the base of the Fell.