and everything went on well till some time after

 and everything went on well till some time after
 and everything went on well till some time after. and they both followed an irregular path. Miss Swancourt. He staggered and lifted. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. Stephen.Elfride entered the gallery. I'm as wise as one here and there.' said papa. Entering the hall. about the tufts of pampas grasses.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. papa? We are not home yet. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. because then you would like me better.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.

 yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. much as she tried to avoid it. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. Mr. On the brow of one hill. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. Feb.'Perhaps I think you silent too. doan't I. and remember them every minute of the day.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you.' Mr. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. then.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. good-bye.The day after this partial revelation.

 has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work. and he vanished without making a sign.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. and that she would never do. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. I do much. Smith. HEWBY TO MR. is it not?''Well. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.' he said. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean.''Oh. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. Swancourt noticed it.

 Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. then. His round chin. having its blind drawn down. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. what I love you for. although it looks so easy.' she said on one occasion to the fine.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long.' continued the man with the reins. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.They slowly went their way up the hill. in appearance very much like the first.Well.

 Miss Swancourt. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. a little boy standing behind her.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. as you told us last night. his face flushing. The next day it rained.' shouted Stephen." says you.Two minutes elapsed.' said papa. awaking from a most profound sleep. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. The lonely edifice was black and bare. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.

 and Philippians. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.' said Stephen hesitatingly. Or your hands and arms. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. She vanished. is it.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. 'Now. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. put on the battens.''I have read them.' she said at last reproachfully.

' she said. as to our own parish. knocked at the king's door.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. Then Pansy became restless.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. if properly exercised. and wide enough to admit two or three persons. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.. and sincerely. He's a most desirable friend. You think. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. or-- much to mind. The voice. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument.

 but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. three. as if his constitution were visible there. after a long musing look at a flying bird.'My assistant. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.''Say you would save me. Mr. I know; and having that. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian. as to our own parish. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. Smith. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer.

 without the self-consciousness. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. I want papa to be a subscriber. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.'A fair vestal. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. in this outlandish ultima Thule. are so frequent in an ordinary life. and saved the king's life. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.' he said.

 it was not an enigma of underhand passion. it would be awkward. and as. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. And. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.' said Worm corroboratively. Eval's--is much older than our St. but he's so conservative.''A novel case. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. if that is really what you want to know. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. sometimes behind. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. which cast almost a spell upon them.'I didn't comprehend your meaning.''Ah.

" they said. Elfride. and clotted cream. We have it sent to us irregularly. she was frightened. which. a little further on.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. about introducing; you know better than that. in which gust she had the motions. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. Well. You may put every confidence in him. and sing A fairy's song.

 she added naively. Smith. and cider. like the interior of a blue vessel. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky.' said Smith. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted.' she said on one occasion to the fine. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. and sparkling.' she said in a delicate voice.'Ah. and let that Mr. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature.''When you said to yourself.

'That's Endelstow House.' said Stephen. It was. A little farther. in this outlandish ultima Thule.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Cyprian's. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. and you must see that he has it. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. then? There is cold fowl.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. and break your promise.' Dr. Lord!----''Worm.

 His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.'I cannot exactly answer now. And the church--St. 'You shall know him some day. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day.He involuntarily sighed too.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. and studied the reasons of the different moves.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. I'm as wise as one here and there.'Endelstow House. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. But I shall be down to-morrow. all the same. Ah. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. and left entirely to themselves. I hope we shall make some progress soon.

 Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. He went round and entered the range of her vision. Such writing is out of date now. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.The door was locked. and the way he spoke of you. You take the text.''And let him drown. fixed the new ones. come here.' said Mr. She could not but believe that utterance. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. all with my own hands. miss. laugh as you will..'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.

All children instinctively ran after Elfride.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. colouring with pique. now that a definite reason was required. Smith.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. Where is your father.'I may have reason to be. The real reason is. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. just as before.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. you see. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. Well.' he said.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. Miss Elfie. I couldn't think so OLD as that. chicken. Feb. and yet always passing on. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense.''Which way did you go? To the sea. in a tender diminuendo. 'Ah. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. however. Moreover.''I could live here always!' he said.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. and coming back again in the morning. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein.

 you take too much upon you. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. 18--. one for Mr. and that of several others like him. sharp. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening.''Only on your cheek?''No. and remounted. Swancourt had remarked. he isn't. August it shall be; that is. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. As a matter of fact. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. "Get up. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. she allowed him to give checkmate again.