It is your blind peril!" "My blind peril!" cried I."What may that be, High Councillor ?" "Ah, lad," he said, smiling with that wise, all-patient smile which the aged affect when they mean to be impressive, yet know how useless is their wisdom, "it was never intended by the Almighty that any man should have eyes all round his head.

That is why He fixed two in front, and made them look straight forward.

That is also why He made us a little lower (generally a good deal lower) than the angels!" I heard him as if I heard him not.
"You do me the honor to follow me ?" he said, looking at me.

He was, I think, conscious that my eyes wandered to the door, for indeed I was expecting the Little Playmate to come down every minute.
"Ah! yes, you follow indeed," he said, bitterly, "but it is the trip of feet, the flirt of farthingales down the turret steps.

No matter! As I was saying, every man has his blind peril.