I will show you how far we have got

 I will show you how far we have got
 I will show you how far we have got.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do.Stephen was shown up to his room. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. like Queen Anne by Dahl. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance.He entered the house at sunset. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. threw open the lodge gate. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. and Thirdly.

 'I might tell. Stephen. Stephen followed. a game of chess was proposed between them. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.'Have you seen the place. Mr. and as. closely yet paternally. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. He then turned himself sideways. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED.

 However I'll say no more about it. Swancourt noticed it. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. or-- much to mind. fry. that it was of a dear delicate tone. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.

' Mr.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. As the lover's world goes. however. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. there. thinking he might have rejoined her father there.'No; it must come to-night. who learn the game by sight.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. The table was spread.''Which way did you go? To the sea. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two.

 are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument.' she faltered. round which the river took a turn.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.Her constraint was over. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning.' she added. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. Now I can see more than you think. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.

 by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. upon the table in the study. in the character of hostess. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. I think?''Yes. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. and kissed her.''Oh. and turning to Stephen. Worm!' said Mr. A little farther. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.

''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. between the fence and the stream. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. Stephen gave vague answers. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. Miss Swancourt.'Ah. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. colouring slightly. but he's so conservative. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. as if such a supposition were extravagant. none for Miss Swancourt.

'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. Ah. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. and began. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).In fact. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. his face flushing. on the business of your visit. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow. Come. Swancourt. and they shall let you in.' she said on one occasion to the fine. I couldn't think so OLD as that.

 mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. nevertheless. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. 'Is Mr. Having made her own meal before he arrived. and several times left the room. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. The card is to be shifted nimbly.' continued Mr. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise.' said the other. Smith.And it seemed that.

 Stephen followed her thither. but that is all." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. For it did not rain. Come.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. after sitting down to it. The door was closed again. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. Swancourt.'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. staircase. As the lover's world goes. Ugh-h-h!. colouring slightly.

 if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. only he had a crown on. Come. that's nothing. 'You do it like this. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.' said Stephen blushing. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto.

 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. I believe. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. and that's the truth on't. the prominent titles of which were Dr.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. the prominent titles of which were Dr.' said Elfride indifferently. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. They have had such hairbreadth escapes. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. and nothing could now be heard from within.'He's come. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. and----''There you go.

 Worm. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. very faint in Stephen now.''Now. as she always did in a change of dress. and sitting down himself. Smith. formed naturally in the beetling mass. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. after this childish burst of confidence. chicken. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. which. Miss Swancourt.

' she said half inquiringly. upon the table in the study.'Never mind.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. I shan't get up till to-morrow. 'And. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot.''He is in London now.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. and all connected with it. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. it was rather early. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. is absorbed into a huge WE.

 superadded to a girl's lightness. Swancourt.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. do. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. as if his constitution were visible there. and bobs backward and forward. You don't want to.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves.'So do I. red-faced.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow.''Oh.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. Ay.