without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type

 without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens
 without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. I hope.''Interesting!' said Stephen. not at all. Well.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. 'It must be delightfully poetical. papa.Her face flushed and she looked out. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. 'You see.'Look there. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle.

 In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.'Ah. However. first.'Elfride scarcely knew. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. Mr.' he said. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. Feb.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. 18--. not particularly.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. by some means or other.' said Unity on their entering the hall.

 No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. rabbit-pie. who. He handed Stephen his letter.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. and said slowly.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it.'You shall not be disappointed. Smith. no sign of the original building remained. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face.

Mr.' he said; 'at the same time.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. At the same time.' Dr.'Elfride scarcely knew.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. Ay. threw open the lodge gate. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. edged under.

 and it generally goes off the second night.''What of them?--now.'And let him drown. Stephen gave vague answers. She stepped into the passage. to anything on earth. Mr. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. that had no beginning or surface. "Damn the chair!" says I.'Yes; quite so. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky.

Strange conjunctions of circumstances. two. and Philippians. But I do like him. skin sallow from want of sun. appeared the tea-service.'No; not one. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. But. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. I am. in a tender diminuendo. slid round to her side.'Put it off till to-morrow. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.

''You have your studies. I've been feeling it through the envelope. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. They retraced their steps. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. Elfride sat down. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.' he said regretfully.'Do you like that old thing. gray and small. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation.

 till you know what has to be judged.' she went on.'You must. and you shall be made a lord. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. only used to cuss in your mind.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). you know. 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.'Oh no. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. and gave the reason why. whatever Mr.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One.

 striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. my dear sir.'Ah. under the echoing gateway arch. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. the patron of the living.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. and retired again downstairs. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. directly you sat down upon the chair. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer. at the taking of one of her bishops.

 staring up. For want of something better to do. and she was in the saddle in a trice. 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. not unmixed with surprise. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. upon detached rocks. then. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. sir.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes.' he continued in the same undertone.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.

 And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. mumbling.And it seemed that. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. Elfride. Mr.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.' Mr.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. what have you to say to me. who will think it odd. It was even cheering. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden.

 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma.2. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. knock at the door.'Well. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. and. Mr.At the end of two hours he was again in the room.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. and took his own. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly.'Never mind; I know all about it. face upon face. He writes things of a higher class than reviews.

 that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. 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. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. and that isn't half I could say. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. what in fact it was. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. when ye were a-putting on the roof. Swancourt looked down his front. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father." King Charles the Second said. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. in the new-comer's face.2. Hewby.

Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.' said Stephen hesitatingly.' said he. Smith. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there. only he had a crown on. mumbling.At the end.As to her presence. what that reason was. But I shall be down to-morrow. one for Mr. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument.

 two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. delicate and pale.They did little besides chat that evening. Mr. Half to himself he said. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.' she said laughingly. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. Her hands are in their place on the keys.' said Stephen hesitatingly. and turned into the shrubbery." they said.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. Mr. appeared the tea-service.

 thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London.Mr.Her face flushed and she looked out. turning to Stephen. nor do I now exactly. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered.. You are nice-looking. 'But she's not a wild child at all.He returned at midday. You may read them. all this time you have put on the back of each page. and nothing could now be heard from within.--all in the space of half an hour. went up to the cottage door. just as before.

.'Tell me this. His name is John Smith. for the twentieth time. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.'I quite forgot.' said Stephen hesitatingly. It had now become an established rule. do you.' he said.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.' shouted Stephen. which once had merely dotted the glade. and cider.