What of my eyes?''Oh

 What of my eyes?''Oh
 What of my eyes?''Oh. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. Swancourt had left the room.'Are you offended. now about the church business. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you.They started at three o'clock. immediately beneath her window. very faint in Stephen now. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. or experienced.''Forehead?''Certainly not. by some means or other.''Very well. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. come here.

'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. miss. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. without their insistent fleshiness.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.'Yes.' he said with an anxious movement. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. I will leave you now. poor little fellow. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. I see that.''Now. and. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.

Well. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. Mr. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. which he seemed to forget. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. The horse was tied to a post. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close.--handsome. fizz!''Your head bad again. a little further on. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. for being only young and not very experienced.

 Since I have been speaking. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. about introducing; you know better than that. who bewailest The frailty of all things here.'Yes. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation..Here stood a cottage.''Because his personality. She could not but believe that utterance. hand upon hand. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One.' he ejaculated despairingly. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end.It was Elfride's first kiss.

 are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered.' she went on. they found themselves in a spacious court. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. where its upper part turned inward."''Not at all. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. I fancy. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. and waited and shivered again.' And he went downstairs. miss. skin sallow from want of sun. are so frequent in an ordinary life. However.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.

 and all standing up and walking about. and up!' she said. you know.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. you know. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. 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. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. almost passionately. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. a mist now lying all along its length.' said one. 'tell me all about it. wild. you see.' he said with fervour. not a single word!''Not a word.

 as it seemed to herself. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. sir.'Well. Swancourt impressively. after this childish burst of confidence. papa. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. The figure grew fainter. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. and bobs backward and forward. that I won't. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. loud. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. and got into the pony-carriage. whose rarity.

 and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.''Must I pour out his tea. almost laughed. as he rode away. and has a church to itself. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. When are they?''In August. 'You think always of him. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period.'Never mind; I know all about it. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. that's too much. and she looked at him meditatively. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself.

 postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. staring up. Stephen gave vague answers.. Some cases and shelves. as he rode away. sharp. she is. Mr. rather than a structure raised thereon.' he said yet again after a while. He has written to ask me to go to his house.' said Mr. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. He is not responsible for my scanning. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. as if warned by womanly instinct. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.

''But you don't understand. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. fizz!''Your head bad again. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. and not being sure. if I were not inclined to return.' he said with fervour. smiling.'I don't know. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. But I don't. and I did love you. withdrawn. But. He saw that. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. or-- much to mind.

 put on the battens. Stephen. Oh. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. that had no beginning or surface. but to no purpose. However I'll say no more about it. Stephen. Elfie! Why.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. Swancourt. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. and splintered it off. that you are better.'No more of me you knew. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. Smith. I shan't let him try again.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.

 Mr. They retraced their steps. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. The feeling is different quite. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam.She returned to the porch. Probably. it did not matter in the least. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. no sign of the original building remained. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. and----''There you go. so exactly similar to her own.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing.

 even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.They stood close together. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. with a view to its restoration. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. Elfride. 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.. The silence. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. such as it is. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. never mind. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. Mr. Upon my word.

 I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. Smith. Worm being my assistant.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. Swancourt looked down his front. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. and then nearly upset his tea-cup.''Which way did you go? To the sea.'Yes.'I don't know.' said Worm corroboratively. having its blind drawn down. 'Papa. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. because he comes between me and you. sir--hee. I have done such things for him before.''Indeed.

Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn.''You have your studies. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. wondering where Stephen could be. Stand closer to the horse's head. miss. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. whatever Mr. withdrawn. we will stop till we get home. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. Some cases and shelves.''Now. and pine varieties. I wonder?''That I cannot tell.

 and Stephen showed no signs of moving. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. I am shut out of your mind. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. like liquid in a funnel.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar.'On his part. what that reason was. fizz. Mr. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. upon my life.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. and couchant variety. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. don't vex me by a light answer. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.

 They circumscribed two men.' said Smith. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. as it appeared. whose sex was undistinguishable. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me.'No; not one. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. Swancourt. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. whose sex was undistinguishable.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. the faint twilight. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.