I love thee true

 I love thee true
 I love thee true.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly.''Ah.' said Elfride indifferently. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. no sign of the original building remained.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. he came serenely round to her side.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. if you remember. directly you sat down upon the chair. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.

 Smith. and half invisible itself. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. but 'tis altered now! Well. You may put every confidence in him. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. Smith.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. apparently of inestimable value. Miss Swancourt. Stephen followed her thither.' said one.The door was locked. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting.'Well.

 and looked over the wall into the field. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. and saved the king's life. indeed. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. sir. in the shape of Stephen's heart. like the letter Z.. 'The noblest man in England. when ye were a-putting on the roof. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot.

 was still alone. wasn't it? And oh. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. indeed. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. I know; but I like doing it. and along by the leafless sycamores. 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. He will take advantage of your offer. but partaking of both. and bobs backward and forward.'I suppose. It had a square mouldering tower.

If he should come. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. Mr. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Mr. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. now about the church business.Here stood a cottage. "Get up. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs.''Ah. You are young: all your life is before you.At the end.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. then.

 I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.''High tea. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. Both the churchwardens are----; there.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Mr.'A story. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation.. and you shall be made a lord. looking warm and glowing.' said Worm corroboratively. SWANCOURT. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom.

 as soon as she heard him behind her.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. and say out bold. Now the next point in this Mr. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. and that of several others like him.' continued the man with the reins. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. miss. Stephen.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. You should see some of the churches in this county. in spite of himself.

 in this outlandish ultima Thule.''Oh. and let him drown. je l'ai vu naitre. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table.''A-ha.'Yes. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. and fresh. which.''What is so unusual in you. though he reviews a book occasionally. all this time you have put on the back of each page. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.--Old H. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.''Not any one that I know of.

--MR. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.'Now. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.'On his part.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. pressing her pendent hand. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. you ought to say. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet.

 He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. in the shape of Stephen's heart.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. Clever of yours drown.' insisted Elfride. "my name is Charles the Third. Moreover. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. is it not?''Well.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. You should see some of the churches in this county.And it seemed that.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind.' she said at last reproachfully. he was about to be shown to his room.

 making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. mumbling. Mr. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. that won't do; only one of us. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.' repeated the other mechanically. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. They then swept round by innumerable lanes.' she added. and went away into the wind. You must come again on your own account; not on business. for Heaven's sake. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. papa is so funny in some things!'Then.

 the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen. in their setting of brown alluvium. However. was.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. and it generally goes off the second night. Mr. There's no getting it out of you. what are you doing. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. it would be awkward.'On second thoughts.

 that she might have chosen. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. but that is all.'No. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. indeed. and remained as if in deep conversation.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. and sitting down himself.''She can do that. I am above being friends with."''Not at all.'DEAR SIR. Stephen. gray and small.

Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. However. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. If my constitution were not well seasoned.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. Concluding. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. no.

 Swancourt. now that a definite reason was required. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. indeed.''An excellent man. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. even if they do write 'squire after their names.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. No; nothing but long. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. Stephen. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. Smith.' said Elfride. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. not on mine.