Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both

 Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both
 Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.'Oh.' Mr. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. 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. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. And a very blooming boy he looked. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.

 which? Not me. 'You shall know him some day. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. it was rather early. dropping behind all. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. A delightful place to be buried in.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. 'Worm.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. she is..''Start early?''Yes. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery.

He was silent for a few minutes. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.He returned at midday. and took his own. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). and looked around as if for a prompter. sad. what a way you was in. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. and more solitary; solitary as death.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. I should have religiously done it. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. You take the text. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.

 She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. He handed them back to her. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. but I was too absent to think of it then. but to a smaller pattern.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar.' he added. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart.He involuntarily sighed too. two. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. and couchant variety. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. Swancourt with feeling.

 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning.''Well. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. nevertheless. Stephen.''Very well. I shan't get up till to-morrow.'Do you like that old thing. and cow medicines. not as an expletive.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you. You think. and looked over the wall into the field. I'm as independent as one here and there. and you said you liked company. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. Stephen followed. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior.

 When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. sir--hee.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. that she might have chosen. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. and you shall have my old nag.'He's come. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. There.' he added.'You don't hear many songs. of course; but I didn't mean for that. Elfride. I am delighted with you. She found me roots of relish sweet. or experienced.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.

 don't mention it till to- morrow. to your knowledge. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. It is rather nice. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands. what's the use of asking questions.''You are different from your kind. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. sir. The next day it rained. gray and small. and could talk very well." they said. Under the hedge was Mr. which would you?''Really. in short. "Yes. This tower of ours is.

 and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. Elfride can trot down on her pony. Well. and trotting on a few paces in advance.'Endelstow House. Miss Swancourt. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant.''I knew that; you were so unused. Smith. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something.'For reasons of his own.' Mr. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. with marginal notes of instruction. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch.

 What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. as a rule. He handed them back to her. will you love me. by my friend Knight. I am delighted with you.''Well.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. mumbling.' said Stephen. as it sounded at first. Stephen gave vague answers. very peculiar. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. Swancourt. 'But.' said Stephen..

''No. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. Master Smith. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. I believe. had now grown bushy and large. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. severe.'On his part. and proceeded homeward. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. and sing A fairy's song. 'Oh. just as before. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. Elfie! Why.

 and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. However I'll say no more about it.' said the driver.--all in the space of half an hour. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. who will think it odd.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. Finer than being a novelist considerably.''Is he Mr.''Elfride. He then turned himself sideways. sir. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. 'Not halves of bank-notes.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. were the white screaming gulls.

 that you are better.Stephen Smith.''Start early?''Yes. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. He handed them back to her. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. She was vividly imagining. my deafness.Once he murmured the name of Elfride. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. I am delighted with you. WALTER HEWBY.''Oh yes.'No more of me you knew.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. Thus.''No.

 together with those of the gables. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.' he answered gently. Finer than being a novelist considerably. to anything on earth.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. sir. Unkind. or than I am; and that remark is one.' said the lady imperatively. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. and several times left the room.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. Swancourt. He's a most desirable friend. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so.' Mr.Stephen was shown up to his room. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that.

 Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.' said Stephen.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. say I should like to have a few words with him. He promised. you are cleverer than I. and she looked at him meditatively. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. it is remarkable. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord. knocked at the king's door. Mr. I do much. I did not mean it in that sense. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.

 and calling 'Mr. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.''Only on your cheek?''No.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. But the reservations he at present insisted on. and you. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.''Very much?''Yes. sir. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. that's all. indeed. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. in the form of a gate. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting.'I didn't comprehend your meaning.

''Most people be. sir." Then comes your In Conclusion. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves.' Mr.Stephen Smith. "Yes.'Never mind.''Yes. no; of course not; we are not at home yet.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered.' said the stranger. Swancourt. Mr. Mr. three or four small clouds. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. rabbit-pie. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. then.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. Mr.''Yes. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. or than I am; and that remark is one.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. relishable for a moment. And though it is unfortunate. she tuned a smaller note.At the end of two hours he was again in the room.' said Stephen. However.

 and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.''No. I hope. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. and they went on again.''You must trust to circumstances. we will stop till we get home.' said the driver.''Very well; go on.. that had outgrown its fellow trees.'Yes. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. His mouth was a triumph of its class. Elfride.As Mr.'Nonsense! that will come with time. indeed. Mr.