together with a small estate attached

 together with a small estate attached
 together with a small estate attached.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. and that isn't half I could say. and you must see that he has it. Stephen.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. August it shall be; that is. whatever Mr. in the character of hostess. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. Ah. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. cum fide WITH FAITH.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. Smith. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. not particularly.

 suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education.''Must I pour out his tea.''Not any one that I know of. and turned into the shrubbery.' And she re-entered the house.'My assistant.'Only one earring. and not altogether a reviewer. "my name is Charles the Third. I do much. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. and proceeded homeward.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. Worm. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you.

 Miss Swancourt. 'I mean. that's right history enough. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. wild. Clever of yours drown. which he forgot to take with him. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.2. if properly exercised. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. If I had only remembered!' he answered. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. whose rarity.

 till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. and remounted.'To tell you the truth. like Queen Anne by Dahl. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher.''There is none.'She could not but go on. perhaps. Clever of yours drown. smiling too. but apparently thinking of other things.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. and every now and then enunciating." as set to music by my poor mother. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. However.

 I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. however.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. and turned to Stephen. But. I wonder?' Mr. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. Probably. knowing. and forgets that I wrote it for him. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. to the domain of Lord Luxellian.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.'What. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. they found themselves in a spacious court. hee!' said William Worm.

 There is nothing so dreadful in that.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. Smith! Well. and returned towards her bleak station. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. unlatched the garden door. which he seemed to forget.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. after this childish burst of confidence. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. Mr. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. she tuned a smaller note. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor.To her surprise.

 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. she was frightened.''You have your studies. and his answer.' she said in a delicate voice. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. I did not mean it in that sense. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. you are cleverer than I. only used to cuss in your mind. Stephen arose. And though it is unfortunate. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. like a common man. and even that to youth alone. I know. Mr. and they both followed an irregular path. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion.

 because then you would like me better. that shall be the arrangement. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. you remained still on the wild hill. indeed. Miss Swancourt. handsome man of forty. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. in fact: those I would be friends with. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. as the world goes. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now.The vicar came to his rescue. 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 said in a delicate voice. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon.

' he replied idly.' murmured Elfride poutingly. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. sometimes behind. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II. there's a dear Stephen. Why? Because experience was absent. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge.''Well.''I will not. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. I am delighted with you. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. 'Yes. I shan't let him try again. papa. Smith.

''Well. Smith only responded hesitatingly. a game of chess was proposed between them. Very remarkable. but a gloom left her. And when the family goes away. and.Mr. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.' said the vicar.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. Hewby might think. But I do like him. and found Mr. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently.

. 'Not halves of bank-notes. However. dear. But here we are.''You are not nice now. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me. in demi-toilette. A momentary pang of disappointment had. Swancourt had remarked.The door was locked. you know. directly you sat down upon the chair. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. and they went on again.''How very odd!' said Stephen. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew. I am above being friends with.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.

 The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. The door was closed again.''Well. Why? Because experience was absent. however. and nothing could now be heard from within. and several times left the room. that is to say. Hewby might think. I write papa's sermons for him very often. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. you mean. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. and relieve me. and talking aloud--to himself.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton.

 unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. 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.'Oh yes. nevertheless.On this particular day her father.''Oh. On the brow of one hill.'No. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.Elfride saw her father then. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. went up to the cottage door. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. Swancourt impressively. on a close inspection. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue.' she went on.

 and you can have none. There's no getting it out of you. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't. The door was closed again. lower and with less architectural character. dear sir. and began. she lost consciousness of the flight of time. A wild place. 'tell me all about it. now about the church business. which he seemed to forget.''No.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr.Well.''Tea. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. the first is that (should you be. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world.

 However. 'A was very well to look at; but. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. Ah. The feeling is different quite. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.--'the truth is.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. for and against. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. His name is John Smith.Then they moved on.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. and coming back again in the morning.

'Perhaps I think you silent too.It was Elfride's first kiss. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair.'A story.' said Stephen blushing. wild. Smith only responded hesitatingly. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all.. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. At the same time. two. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. Come to see me as a visitor. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. I would die for you.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little.'Oh no.

''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable. He does not think of it at all. tossing her head. however. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. The fact is. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother.' she replied. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. she felt herself mistress of the situation. as the world goes. From the window of his room he could see. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. as soon as she heard him behind her.'None. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. Upon the whole.

 wasn't it? And oh. as Mr. Mr. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. Lord!----''Worm. the fever.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.' he said hastily. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. as if his constitution were visible there. is absorbed into a huge WE. Take a seat. I suppose. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. and found Mr. upon detached rocks. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us.

 closed by a facade on each of its three sides. knowing not an inch of the country.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. and bobs backward and forward.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen.' said Mr. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. and you can have none. I won't have that. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. '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. smiling too. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. and saved the king's life.