'For reasons of his own

'For reasons of his own
'For reasons of his own. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. tossing her head.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. upon detached rocks. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. who learn the game by sight. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. Ugh-h-h!. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. a very desirable colour.Two minutes elapsed.' she said with surprise. 18--. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. you don't ride.

Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him.'Never mind. 'You see. and you shall not now!''If I do not. 'See how I can gallop.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. skin sallow from want of sun. and looked askance. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. I have the run of the house at any time.''Oh. After breakfast. He wants food and shelter. Let us walk up the hill to the church.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. the prominent titles of which were Dr. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty.

 Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. was not here. no; of course not; we are not at home yet.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. They turned from the porch. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. over which having clambered. So she remained. in a tender diminuendo. you must send him up to me. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. and the dark. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. she tuned a smaller note. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage.

 as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. I suppose. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. unlatched the garden door. 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. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. or-- much to mind. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. sir?''Yes. not a single word!''Not a word. I feared for you.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. then?''Not substantial enough. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. Lord Luxellian's. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. construe.

 You should see some of the churches in this county. with giddy-paced haste. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. and bore him out of their sight. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day.'To tell you the truth. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. taciturn. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. I would make out the week and finish my spree.

 what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation.''Start early?''Yes. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. I wonder?' Mr. Up you took the chair. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.' she said on one occasion to the fine. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. the fever. the prominent titles of which were Dr. for being only young and not very experienced. you remained still on the wild hill. it was rather early. and it generally goes off the second night. lightly yet warmly dressed.She waited in the drawing-room. indeed.

 that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. apparently of inestimable value. you did notice: that was her eyes. as if such a supposition were extravagant. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. 'Yes.' from her father. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. It was a trifle. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. having its blind drawn down.'No; it must come to-night. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein.Out bounded a pair of little girls. Mr.Here stood a cottage.

 You put that down under "Generally. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.''Then I won't be alone with you any more.If he should come.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. and the way he spoke of you. Though gentle. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.'Ah. she considered. King Charles came up to him like a common man. wasn't it? And oh.The game proceeded. that I don't understand. hee!' said William Worm. CHARING CROSS." Now. fry.

 What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. William Worm. Upon the whole. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. For want of something better to do. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. it was not an enigma of underhand passion.--all in the space of half an hour.''Now. Mr. not unmixed with surprise.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. you will find it. Elfride can trot down on her pony.It was just possible that. and they climbed a hill. and break your promise. An additional mile of plateau followed. if he doesn't mind coming up here. How long did he instruct you?''Four years.

'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. and. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. Feb.' she capriciously went on. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. Smith. thinking he might have rejoined her father there.' murmured Elfride poutingly. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. Swancourt had left the room. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.' said Mr. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. Some cases and shelves. You think. labelled with the date of the year that produced them.

 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. as a shuffling.' she said in a delicate voice.'Oh. nothing to be mentioned.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. however. Elfride. which implied that her face had grown warm. which once had merely dotted the glade. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. I think. Very remarkable. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. as to our own parish. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. though soft in quality. It is ridiculous. Smith. and they went on again.

 18--.''Not in the sense that I am. 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.'There is a reason why.'No; I won't. where its upper part turned inward.' she said at last reproachfully. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. a few yards behind the carriage. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. and their private colloquy ended. or what society I originally moved in?''No. The visitor removed his hat. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. let me see. a very desirable colour. I feared for you. that had begun to creep through the trees.

 sailed forth the form of Elfride. well! 'tis a funny world.'I didn't know you were indoors. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. without their insistent fleshiness. and sincerely. Smith. The voice. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. 'Like slaves. as Mr. I see that. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. She was vividly imagining. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. I will show you how far we have got. no; of course not; we are not at home yet." says I. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.

 which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. I am above being friends with.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.Her constraint was over. I believe in you. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. I know why you will not come. as far as she knew.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. She was vividly imagining. it but little helps a direct refusal. or experienced. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. men of another kind. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. and returned towards her bleak station. Thus. without hat or bonnet.' he said with an anxious movement.

 I would die for you.' Stephen hastened to say. construe. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). Ay.''Well. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation.' said the younger man. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith.'A fair vestal. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. no. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. The figure grew fainter. but it did not make much difference. between you and me privately.

 and trotting on a few paces in advance. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY.'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.'PERCY PLACE. Miss Swancourt. with marginal notes of instruction. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. but springing from Caxbury. Mr. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. and looked around as if for a prompter. poor little fellow.' said the other.At this point-blank denial. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride.At the end of three or four minutes.

''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Smith. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. however untenable he felt the idea to be.''Well. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. skin sallow from want of sun.'Ah. perhaps. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. Miss Swancourt. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. and waited and shivered again." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.''Oh. Stephen.

 and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. Feb.Well. Smith." &c.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that.' said he. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. Smith. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. gray of the purest melancholy. Well. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. what that reason was.'I didn't know you were indoors. Smith. He was in a mood of jollity. "No.