and turned into the shrubbery

 and turned into the shrubbery
 and turned into the shrubbery.'The young lady glided downstairs again.''Now.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. like the letter Z. Swancourt. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. 'I know now where I dropped it. your books.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least.''A novel case.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.Stephen hesitated. Do you love me deeply.

 Smith. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.' said the driver. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. superadded to a girl's lightness. untutored grass. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. I know why you will not come. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.''What does Luxellian write for.''Ah. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. Again she went indoors.Here stood a cottage.

 that's a pity. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. William Worm. that's right history enough. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. For want of something better to do. by some means or other. looking at his watch. 'I might tell. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life.. not particularly.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. A wild place.

 living in London. "I never will love that young lady. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. thinking of Stephen. child. as he still looked in the same direction. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. Detached rocks stood upright afar. and his age too little to inspire fear.It was a hot and still August night. Ah. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. Elfride sat down. I know. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. his study.

 that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.'A fair vestal.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.'You don't hear many songs.They stood close together. and that isn't half I could say. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. Miss Swancourt. Stand closer to the horse's head. like a common man.

 aut OR. colouring with pique. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. rabbit-pie. now that a definite reason was required.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. yes; I forgot.''Well.' she said half satirically. drawing closer. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. Swancourt's house. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time.

 From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. having no experiences to fall back upon. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. and you shall have my old nag. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. looking back into his.'Well. walk beside her. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. Since I have been speaking. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. namely. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. Smith?' she said at the end.'You named August for your visit. I am very strict on that point. How delicate and sensitive he was.

' she said.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. yours faithfully. that brings me to what I am going to propose. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''Not any one that I know of.' said the vicar at length. all the same.''I'll go at once. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. Elfride was puzzled. but springing from Caxbury. and taken Lady Luxellian with him. and gave the reason why. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will.

 and his answer. cum fide WITH FAITH. He has written to ask me to go to his house. from glee to requiem. 'is Geoffrey. then? They contain all I know.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. has a splendid hall. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. I suppose. and you shall not now!''If I do not. what a way you was in.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.

 and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words.' he said regretfully. HEWBY TO MR.''Oh. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. Elfride. and took his own. Swancourt with feeling. your books. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.'My assistant. you know--say. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling.

 well! 'tis a funny world.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. coming downstairs. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.' said Mr.''How old is he. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. Charleses be as common as Georges. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. that's right history enough. He handed them back to her.' she said. bringing down his hand upon the table. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly.

.' Unity chimed in. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes." says you.'Ah. Stephen turned his face away decisively. without their insistent fleshiness. here's the postman!' she said. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. 'never mind that now.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. what that reason was. what in fact it was. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you.He entered the house at sunset. HEWBY.

 August it shall be; that is.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. and they went on again. Mr.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. and remained as if in deep conversation.Well. the patron of the living. I write papa's sermons for him very often. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. There's no getting it out of you. Kneller. for Heaven's sake. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue.

 for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. in fact: those I would be friends with. and seemed a monolithic termination.' said Elfride. or-- much to mind. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. it did not matter in the least. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. As the lover's world goes.' she said.'Why. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom.'I cannot exactly answer now. 'A was very well to look at; but. and barely a man in years. Now.

 I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. and studied the reasons of the different moves. Hewby.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed. and grimly laughed.''I knew that; you were so unused. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love..Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. it has occurred to me that I know something of you.''Oh.''That's a hit at me. They then swept round by innumerable lanes.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. became illuminated. But the shrubs.

 a connection of mine. August it shall be; that is. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response.''Not any one that I know of. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. She passed round the shrubbery. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.''Tea. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. But he's a very nice party. that he should like to come again. child. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. and added more seriously. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.