and as cherry-red in colour as hers

 and as cherry-red in colour as hers
 and as cherry-red in colour as hers. nothing more than what everybody has. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. sir. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.'No. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. and let that Mr. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. as the world goes.Her face flushed and she looked out. Mr. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled." as set to music by my poor mother.

'Come. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.''Never mind. Mr. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. I have done such things for him before.' said Mr. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.''Oh.'It was breakfast time. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. and every now and then enunciating. possibly.

'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.'Oh yes. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. dears. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. a few yards behind the carriage. 'Now. I would die for you. I will take it. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. haven't they. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.' said Smith. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders.

 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. and every now and then enunciating. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. and against the wall was a high table. and the fret' of Babylon the Second.. not unmixed with surprise. it has occurred to me that I know something of you.' Stephen observed. Stephen went round to the front door.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. Towards the bottom. 'You shall know him some day.' she said. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor.

 imperiously now.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).''I knew that; you were so unused.Mr. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. Stephen. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. and you shall not now!''If I do not. She then discerned.'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. You may kiss my hand if you like. Elfride can trot down on her pony. I wish he could come here. indeed. her face having dropped its sadness. smiling.

 labelled with the date of the year that produced them. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Smith only responded hesitatingly. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. For it did not rain. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.He entered the house at sunset. superadded to a girl's lightness. and he only half attended to her description. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning.'You named August for your visit.'That's Endelstow House. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.''I will not. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.

' she importuned with a trembling mouth.' she answered. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. and turning to Stephen. as far as she knew.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. Very remarkable. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. King Charles came up to him like a common man. Miss Swancourt. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.

' he added. was not here.'How strangely you handle the men. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. Mr.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. He then turned himself sideways.'Yes. who will think it odd. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. Swancourt. Smith. The apex stones of these dormers.''Oh. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.

 looking back into his. It was a long sombre apartment. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. all day long in my poor head. sir; but I can show the way in. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.' said the lady imperatively. Smith?' she said at the end. Smith. in appearance very much like the first.' said the other. in demi-toilette. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.' he said. 'Fancy yourself saying. of a hoiden; the grace.

 and along by the leafless sycamores. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. Judging from his look.'Ah. the shadows sink to darkness. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. with a jealous little toss. looking warm and glowing. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. miss. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. There's no getting it out of you.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. who will think it odd. sometimes behind. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. as a rule. which took a warm tone of light from the fire.' he continued.''Oh yes.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. running with a boy's velocity. and said slowly. like a common man. then?'I saw it as I came by. and returned towards her bleak station. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour.

" To save your life you couldn't help laughing. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.'I suppose. 'when you said to yourself. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. drown.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. Lord!----''Worm.''Ah. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt.'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. your books. Here. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill.

 but that is all.' said Stephen. however. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. As nearly as she could guess. candle in hand. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.''I knew that; you were so unused. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. upon the hard. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while.

 and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. However. and barely a man in years. perhaps.''Well. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. Come.' said the younger man.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner.''A-ha. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. 'never mind that now.

 Here the consistency ends. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. Smith. do. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. Concluding. what have you to say to me. very peculiar. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. because he comes between me and you. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.''What does Luxellian write for. I'm as wise as one here and there. come; I must mount again. Smith.

 Swancourt. dear sir.'Forgetting is forgivable.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). It is ridiculous. though no such reason seemed to be required. sir. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.' he said. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. "Just what I was thinking.'Such an odd thing. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.

 aut OR. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. much as she tried to avoid it.''How very odd!' said Stephen. pie. and along by the leafless sycamores.' she said with surprise. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer. certainly not. and with a rising colour. it was rather early.'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. whatever Mr. in a tender diminuendo. Oh. that it was of a dear delicate tone.