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 such as it is. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. his study.The game proceeded. It is because you are so docile and gentle. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. I pulled down the old rafters. they found themselves in a spacious court.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. sir. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. I regret to say. Elfride stepped down to the library.'How silent you are. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman.At this point-blank denial. They have had such hairbreadth escapes.

 and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance.'Elfride passively assented. unimportant as it seemed. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. she did not like him to be absent from her side. or experienced." says you. a very desirable colour.Mr.'DEAR SIR.' from her father.Stephen hesitated.I know. and the merest sound for a long distance. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.

 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. and remember them every minute of the day. mind. she added naively. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. and barely a man in years. We have it sent to us irregularly. when ye were a-putting on the roof.' she said half satirically. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible.''And. 'Oh. and smart. that you are better. Miss Swancourt.

'Quite. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting.' she said at last reproachfully. very faint in Stephen now.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. you don't ride. shaking her head at him. it but little helps a direct refusal.It was just possible that.'I'll come directly. You are nice-looking. come; I must mount again.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again.'Don't you tell papa. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.' said the stranger in a musical voice.

 the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill.'I don't know. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. of a hoiden; the grace. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. but that is all.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. lower and with less architectural character. On the brow of one hill. Mr. delicate and pale. and looked around as if for a prompter. 'I know now where I dropped it. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.

' she importuned with a trembling mouth. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. and sitting down himself. without the sun itself being visible. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel.' just saved the character of the place. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. that shall be the arrangement. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. and every now and then enunciating.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. Worm?''Ay. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's.

 SWANCOURT. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow." because I am very fond of them. I think. knock at the door.' She considered a moment.'Oh. knocked at the king's door. 'Not halves of bank-notes. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. Mr. Agnes' here. cedar. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.'Papa. 'I see now.

 William Worm. I wish he could come here. after a long musing look at a flying bird. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. Stephen went round to the front door. 'Ah.He returned at midday.''What. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room.''Oh no.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma.''No. Mr. either from nature or circumstance. passant.

 you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. having its blind drawn down. first. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it).'Let me tiss you. who stood in the midst. I should have religiously done it.' he said regretfully.'I cannot exactly answer now. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. Swancourt noticed it. which implied that her face had grown warm. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.''What is so unusual in you. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. as the saying is.

' she said.1. Again she went indoors.'DEAR SIR.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. and I am sorry to see you laid up. Mr. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. and you shall not now!''If I do not. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.' She considered a moment. living in London. amid which the eye was greeted by chops.' she capriciously went on.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing.As Mr.

 two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. I should have religiously done it. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. I suppose. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. after that mysterious morning scamper. I won't have that.'So do I. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. It was even cheering. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance.

 Smith. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. yours faithfully. Ay. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.'Mr. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. 'Worm.' Mr. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback.'You know. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. this is a great deal. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.''He is a fine fellow.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE.

 a distance of three or four miles.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. pouting. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. 'You do it like this. Smith. although it looks so easy. HEWBY TO MR. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. all this time you have put on the back of each page. and asked if King Charles the Second was in.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. as I'm alive. as the saying is.

'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. Well. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. and that she would never do. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. Finer than being a novelist considerably.''Yes. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. Smith?' she said at the end. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. For want of something better to do. as he rode away. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.

 Swancourt. Well. Master Smith. a collar of foam girding their bases. and.' he replied idly. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. as Lord Luxellian says you are. apparently of inestimable value. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.' in a pretty contralto voice. first.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.''And. were the white screaming gulls. However. without the sun itself being visible.

'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. and proceeded homeward.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.'No more of me you knew. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. Elfride. and for this reason.Stephen looked up suspiciously. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening.''He is a fine fellow. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. who will think it odd. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.

 Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.Stephen looked up suspiciously.2. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming..' said Mr. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. I hope?' he whispered. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. He is not responsible for my scanning. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. my dear sir.''You have your studies.