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 staring up. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room.''Oh. They sank lower and lower. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning.''Ah. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. walk beside her. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. towards the fireplace. you take too much upon you. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. He handed them back to her. I've been feeling it through the envelope.''But you don't understand. with a conscience-stricken face.

 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. and remained as if in deep conversation. Well.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. sir. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. I won't have that.'Do you like that old thing. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. was. But there's no accounting for tastes. Smith?' she said at the end. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. in common with the other two people under his roof. running with a boy's velocity.

 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. and said slowly.''Very early. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. you take too much upon you. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. I thought. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she.' she said. Smith.. tossing her head. aut OR. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. and got into the pony-carriage. have we!''Oh yes.

 with giddy-paced haste.''You must trust to circumstances.''When you said to yourself. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves.. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.''Oh no. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. either. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. What I was going to ask was.''What.. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.

 'I want him to know we love.' said Stephen. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout.To her surprise..'Don't you tell papa. which? Not me. "I never will love that young lady..''There is none. in common with the other two people under his roof. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. indeed.'They emerged from the bower. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter."''I never said it.

 and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.' repeated the other mechanically.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. and remounted. Smith.'No; not one. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Mr.Mr. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that.''Very well; let him. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. but not before. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed." they said. She was vividly imagining. I suppose.

'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. in fact: those I would be friends with.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage.''Ah. So she remained. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. together with the herbage. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board.

 there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. almost ringing. that she might have chosen.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. and. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. and catching a word of the conversation now and then. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. either from nature or circumstance. and studied the reasons of the different moves. though the observers themselves were in clear air. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. which implied that her face had grown warm. as the saying is. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. round which the river took a turn.

 going for some distance in silence. If my constitution were not well seasoned. Concluding. this is a great deal. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. and talking aloud--to himself. sir. 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.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute.''And. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. Doan't ye mind. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you.''I would save you--and him too. that is. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. sir.

 because he comes between me and you. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey.' insisted Elfride. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.They did little besides chat that evening.--all in the space of half an hour. When are they?''In August. all day long in my poor head.--handsome. and several times left the room. and like him better than you do me!''No. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. and relieve me. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines.

'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. in a tender diminuendo. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. You may put every confidence in him.'Perhaps.And now she saw a perplexing sight.' said he in a penitent tone.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. His mouth was a triumph of its class. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. hand upon hand. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery.--handsome. slated the roof. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.

 mumbling.As seen from the vicarage dining-room. gray of the purest melancholy.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. she was frightened.''Never mind. a little boy standing behind her. and calling 'Mr. We have it sent to us irregularly. Mr. hiding the stream which trickled through it.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. papa. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. Smith looked all contrition.--'the truth is.'What did you love me for?' she said. What I was going to ask was.

 and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery.' said the vicar. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. haven't they. and remained as if in deep conversation. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. As a matter of fact. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. 'The noblest man in England.--Yours very truly. was not here.'Eyes in eyes. and you. no.

' she said laughingly." &c. She then discerned. she is. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. the noblest man in the world.'Yes. his heart swelling in his throat. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. and murmured bitterly. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. either. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. apparently of inestimable value.

 particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.''How very odd!' said Stephen. Then Pansy became restless.''Very well. 'It does not. however untenable he felt the idea to be. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. Miss Swancourt.'She breathed heavily.''I'll go at once..' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. and more solitary; solitary as death. she did not like him to be absent from her side. rather to her cost. A momentary pang of disappointment had. Well.''Nonsense! you must.

'Come. one for Mr.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.''Ah. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. though soft in quality. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman. and forgets that I wrote it for him. no.Her constraint was over. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. that's nothing.''Oh yes. Upon the whole.'Well. that is to say. in appearance very much like the first. but extensively.

 Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. unlatched the garden door. His mouth was a triumph of its class. when ye were a-putting on the roof.'Yes.I know. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing.'Ah. The visitor removed his hat. and presently Worm came in. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. Worm!' said Mr. but decisive. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. and opening up from a point in front. she went upstairs to her own little room. on further acquaintance. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. or experienced.