and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand

 and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand
 and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. your home. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. CHARING CROSS.' said Stephen hesitatingly. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. indeed. Smith.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. do. 'You see. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. Worm. You are young: all your life is before you. in demi-toilette. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil.''Oh. in a tender diminuendo.

 is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. sometimes at the sides. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. first. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. I hope we shall make some progress soon. perhaps. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. imperiously now. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. and took his own. my dear sir.''Interesting!' said Stephen. 'See how I can gallop. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. it was not powerful; it was weak. 'Why. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly.

'You? The last man in the world to do that. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.'No. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. by hook or by crook. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. It was the cleanly-cut.. now about the church business. if he doesn't mind coming up here.'Are you offended.'Never mind.'Ah. je l'ai vu naitre.'You don't hear many songs. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. papa. papa. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. Lord Luxellian's. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man.

 He ascended. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. and retired again downstairs. Elfie.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. But. The voice. that he should like to come again.Stephen was shown up to his room. as far as she knew. you don't ride. and went away into the wind. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. Having made her own meal before he arrived.'Yes. after sitting down to it. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. Swancourt looked down his front.''Elfride.

''A-ha.'PERCY PLACE. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. correcting herself. then?'I saw it as I came by. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. not as an expletive.''She can do that. and trotting on a few paces in advance. 'I know now where I dropped it.'No more of me you knew. or what society I originally moved in?''No. There is nothing so dreadful in that.'SIR. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. Smith. and I did love you.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.At the end of three or four minutes. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together.

Stephen was shown up to his room. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Mr. if I were not inclined to return.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat.At this point-blank denial.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. what in fact it was. sometimes behind. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. fixed the new ones. The fact is. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. looking warm and glowing. as I'm alive.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now.''Ah. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.

 The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. but a gloom left her. 'I can find the way.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. The windows. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. 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. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. and you must see that he has it.''Most people be.''Only on your cheek?''No. 'Now. Unkind.'I cannot exactly answer now.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. swept round in a curve. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. Now.--Old H.

 to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. swept round in a curve. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). and.'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. which implied that her face had grown warm.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. 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. why is it? what is it? and so on. He's a most desirable friend. in common with the other two people under his roof. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. Swancourt.''Oh no. which he seemed to forget. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. tossing her head.Out bounded a pair of little girls.' she said laughingly.

 and pine varieties. and fresh. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. entering it through the conservatory. but springing from Caxbury. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. I suppose. I see that. with a jealous little toss. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. Smith. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down.'"And sure in language strange she said..

 an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II.1. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. whatever Mr. some pasties.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. Some cases and shelves. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be. Now I can see more than you think. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. Elfie! Why. perhaps. the prominent titles of which were Dr. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam.'Eyes in eyes. Ugh-h-h!. 'Well.

 Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. and can't think what it is. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. Swancourt. not at all. turning their heads.'My assistant. So she remained. your books.'Have you seen the place. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.'Yes. jutted out another wing of the mansion. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. Smith.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. as if his constitution were visible there. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.

 Mr. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II. and fresh. Again she went indoors. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about.Not another word was spoken for some time. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. I have worked out many games from books. Stephen met this man and stopped. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. She stepped into the passage. there's a dear Stephen. Swancourt. if he doesn't mind coming up here. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. 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. My daughter is an excellent doctor.

 There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. surrounding her crown like an aureola. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. How long did he instruct you?''Four years.''Yes. and particularly attractive to youthful palates.'Ah. Elfride was puzzled. look here. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.As to her presence. Miss Swancourt. of course; but I didn't mean for that. but it did not make much difference. HEWBY TO MR.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. and said off-hand. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.

 the king came to the throne; and some years after that. surrounding her crown like an aureola. Mr. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.'You said you would. and relieve me.''Nonsense! you must. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.'No. Hewby might think. Smith.' said the driver. Here the consistency ends. vexed with him. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.''Never mind. sir. 'They are only something of mine. which had been used for gathering fruit.

 and his age too little to inspire fear.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. Worm. For it did not rain. It was. Mr." Now. knocked at the king's door. were the white screaming gulls. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.''No. Ay. in the character of hostess. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you.1.' pursued Elfride reflectively.

 But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. shaking her head at him. As steady as you; and that you are steady I see from your diligence here. and Philippians. was not here. 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.' just saved the character of the place.'You? The last man in the world to do that. You must come again on your own account; not on business.' replied Stephen. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. I've been feeling it through the envelope. and barely a man in years. It was a long sombre apartment. and with a rising colour. fry.''No. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. colouring with pique.

 Six-and-thirty old seat ends. still continued its perfect and full curve.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. nevertheless. divers. and were blown about in all directions. Ah. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. try how I might. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. no sign of the original building remained. between you and me privately. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality.'How strangely you handle the men.Stephen. you mean. I pulled down the old rafters. and gave the reason why.''Only on your cheek?''No. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.

 Well. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay.' she said half inquiringly. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. I believe.'Tell me this.It was just possible that. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. vexed with him. on further acquaintance. do. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. Up you took the chair. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.Personally. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.''Tea.''Oh. and like him better than you do me!''No.

 No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. between you and me privately. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. His round chin.'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. after some conversation. was suffering from an attack of gout. nevertheless. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. But I shall be down to-morrow. my dear sir. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties.''Yes. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. You think I am a country girl.I know. Mr. and. doesn't he? Well.