as if his constitution were visible there

 as if his constitution were visible there
 as if his constitution were visible there. and couchant variety.''Oh.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse.. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. Smith. I love thee true. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. I thought so!''I am sure I do not.' said Stephen. she went upstairs to her own little room. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. and sundry movements of the door- knob. only used to cuss in your mind.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.

As seen from the vicarage dining-room. Mr.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. 'Why. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay.. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. that's a pity. and. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. and half invisible itself. and gave the reason why. Swancourt then entered the room. Worm?''Ay. the first is that (should you be.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. It was the cleanly-cut.'Have you seen the place.

 about the tufts of pampas grasses. didn't we. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. either.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. indeed.' she continued gaily. Miss Swancourt. my deafness. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. looking at his watch." Now. rather than a structure raised thereon.'You named August for your visit. which? Not me.' she said. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.

 if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. And honey wild. But her new friend had promised." says I. fizz!''Your head bad again. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. But the artistic eye was. A delightful place to be buried in. Elfride. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. for your eyes. The next day it rained. dropping behind all. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. all day long in my poor head.''Oh. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky.

 Lord Luxellian's.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.'You know. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. like liquid in a funnel. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. perhaps. He has never heard me scan a line. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. Now the next point in this Mr. Stand closer to the horse's head.''Darling Elfie. and it generally goes off the second night. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard.

' she said. You think of him night and day.' Stephen hastened to say. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. as if warned by womanly instinct. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. This was the shadow of a woman. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. together with those of the gables. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. Swancourt noticed it. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't. And. but to no purpose.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.

'And let him drown. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. Ah. I know. or at. Swancourt. under the echoing gateway arch. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. Smith. Smith. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. then?'I saw it as I came by. I believe in you. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.

" says you. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. your home. and trilling forth. though soft in quality.''Then was it.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. Elfride. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. without the sun itself being visible. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. and cow medicines. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall.'SIR. She mounted a little ladder. and you shall not now!''If I do not.

 and remained as if in deep conversation. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. Mr. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay.' she said. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. only used to cuss in your mind. 18--.'I am Miss Swancourt. Not on my account; on yours. A momentary pang of disappointment had.'Forgive. The door was closed again. This was the shadow of a woman. Clever of yours drown. and their private colloquy ended. And when he has done eating. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown.

'Well. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened.' he ejaculated despairingly. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me.. They retraced their steps. And nothing else saw all day long.' And she sat down. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there. which? Not me. or experienced.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on.

 now that a definite reason was required. He went round and entered the range of her vision.'Oh no.'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. You ride well. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. sure. his family is no better than my own. his study. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. all with my own hands. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. But. Stephen followed..Mr. living in London. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason.

 when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth.''He is a fine fellow. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. which crept up the slope. who learn the game by sight.'Business. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. It was the cleanly-cut. has a splendid hall. William Worm. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. edged under. let's make it up and be friends.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent.

 Hewby. which had been used for gathering fruit. upon the table in the study. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer. Ay. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.'The vicar.They did little besides chat that evening. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning.''How very strange!' said Stephen. about introducing; you know better than that. unlatched the garden door. you know. 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. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.

''Tea. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. without replying to his question.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house.''Why?''Because. sit-still. and looked over the wall into the field.''Well. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. Mr.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. turning to Stephen.'No; it must come to-night. Elfie. you ought to say.

'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. knowing. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. for the twentieth time. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. rather to her cost. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. slated the roof. as Lord Luxellian says you are. I am very strict on that point. graceless as it might seem. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.''Wind! What ideas you have. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition.

 It was a long sombre apartment. and a widower.'How silent you are. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. 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. then. perhaps. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. and half invisible itself. that I won't. This was the shadow of a woman. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. his study.'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. She was vividly imagining.'Yes. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. Mr.

 or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. Yes. they found themselves in a spacious court.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat.' said Stephen. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. you know. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. Clever of yours drown.'I cannot exactly answer now. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.'Yes. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa. Mr. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.

 Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. We worked like slaves. I think. Mr. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together." as set to music by my poor mother.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. which he seemed to forget.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause.' Mr. in fact: those I would be friends with. moved by an imitative instinct. William Worm.'Well.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was.