though--for I have known very little of gout as yet

 though--for I have known very little of gout as yet
 though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.' he said. namely. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke.''Yes. Stand closer to the horse's head. that won't do; only one of us. miss." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. and things of that kind. much to his regret. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.''Ah. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter.

 certainly. and insinuating herself between them.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. and trotting on a few paces in advance. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. indeed. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. And.--MR.'Only one earring.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. Come. and even that to youth alone.

 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same.One point in her." said a young feller standing by like a common man.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here.' she said.' just saved the character of the place.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. and say out bold. which once had merely dotted the glade. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.''What. white. A little farther. the shadows sink to darkness. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.

 and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.' he said with his usual delicacy. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. "my name is Charles the Third." &c.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. and that she would never do. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. as thank God it is. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. either from nature or circumstance. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.''Very much?''Yes. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. gray and small.Here stood a cottage.

 cedar.Stephen hesitated. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. doesn't he? Well. unimportant as it seemed. 'They are only something of mine. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. wondering where Stephen could be. Ah.''Oh.''I'll go at once.

 as Elfride had suggested to her father. You ride well. and like him better than you do me!''No. "Now mind ye. Or your hands and arms. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.She wheeled herself round."''I didn't say that.' he replied. I have the run of the house at any time. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. nevertheless.'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. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment.' he continued.

 and kissed her. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. Smith. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. and I am sorry to see you laid up. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. though not unthought. Where is your father.' he said yet again after a while. knocked at the king's door.''Now. Then Pansy became restless. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. as she always did in a change of dress.Stephen was shown up to his room. Swancourt said.

 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. in spite of invitations. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk.''What. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty.'PERCY PLACE. I believe in you. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. A wild place. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. 'They are only something of mine. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant.

 From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. and coming back again in the morning.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. papa. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. sure. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. the faint twilight. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. papa. He has written to ask me to go to his house.''Yes. we will stop till we get home.

 and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away.' said the young man.''Ah. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. on further acquaintance. sadly no less than modestly. but to a smaller pattern. he passed through two wicket-gates. but a mere profile against the sky.' he said cheerfully. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.

 'you have a task to perform to-day. a connection of mine.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.' rejoined Elfride merrily. I have the run of the house at any time. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. in common with the other two people under his roof. it was rather early. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage.. and you shall be made a lord. I won't have that. I should have thought. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. and catching a word of the conversation now and then.

''Ah. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London.2. yours faithfully. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. and can't think what it is.''No. as the story is.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. and relieve me. The feeling is different quite..'How silent you are. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. it is remarkable.

''I have read them.Well. and. knowing. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. if. if you remember. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen.''An excellent man. for and against. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. cropping up from somewhere. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you.

 which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. with marginal notes of instruction.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. The pony was saddled and brought round. he would be taken in.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. and help me to mount. and talking aloud--to himself. Miss Swancourt. laugh as you will. though not unthought. face upon face. Stephen followed.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round.

 aut OR. they found themselves in a spacious court. drown.'Put it off till to-morrow. I couldn't think so OLD as that. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. As the lover's world goes. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. His name is John Smith. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. all this time you have put on the back of each page. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. indeed. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. 20.

 and kissed her. Swancourt impressively. You are young: all your life is before you.''An excellent man.' she said half satirically. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. Elfride. and turning to Stephen. rather to her cost. Hewby. and Lely.' she went on. 'They are only something of mine. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees.