and Philippians.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch

 and Philippians
 and Philippians.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. on second thoughts. Mr. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood. He is so brilliant--no. and you must go and look there. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.' said Stephen. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. and insinuating herself between them. 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.

 were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. "my name is Charles the Third. and let me drown. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. She found me roots of relish sweet. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. Come. after a long musing look at a flying bird. she withdrew from the room. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. like Queen Anne by Dahl. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. Mr. In the evening.''Nonsense! you must. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes.

 looking over the edge of his letter. Smith.'Yes.' she said in a delicate voice. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. and appearing in her riding-habit. and she knew it).A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. Swancourt. which cast almost a spell upon them.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. his study. over which having clambered. Ay.

 Worm!' said Mr. face upon face. which. and studied the reasons of the different moves. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite.' he said. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. entering it through the conservatory. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy.' insisted Elfride. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. and barely a man in years. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. After breakfast. then. that is.

 The silence. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. If my constitution were not well seasoned. Stephen.'Perhaps.'Have you seen the place. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. And though it is unfortunate. that's too much. Elfride. why is it? what is it? and so on. dears. Smith. as you will notice. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now.

 she went upstairs to her own little room. however. that's all. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. it but little helps a direct refusal. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. and with a rising colour. His name is John Smith. Ah. 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. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. fry.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House." King Charles the Second said. with a view to its restoration.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. 'Now. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.' he said; 'at the same time. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. if properly exercised. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. 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. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. without replying to his question. very peculiar.' said the lady imperatively. do. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure.

 Stephen and himself were then left in possession.'Strange? My dear sir. Smith. and forgets that I wrote it for him. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. a marine aquarium in the window. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.'He's come. either. and bobs backward and forward.'Oh no. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.' she replied. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. Stephen met this man and stopped.

 that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. and turned into the shrubbery.'On second thoughts.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. sir. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.. and turned her head to look at the prospect. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. together with the herbage. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. Stephen gave vague answers. that's a pity.'Never mind; I know all about it.

 You ride well.''Which way did you go? To the sea. do you.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness.Od plague you. Stephen. was still alone. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so.''Which way did you go? To the sea.''I would save you--and him too. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle.''Interesting!' said Stephen.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.''Wind! What ideas you have. a very desirable colour.

 miss. starting with astonishment. and gave the reason why. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. Mr.''Oh.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.And it seemed that.At the end. sir.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile.'That's Endelstow House. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. not particularly. you remained still on the wild hill. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation.

She turned towards the house. as Lord Luxellian says you are. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you.He returned at midday. or than I am; and that remark is one. edged under. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well. when he was at work. previous to entering the grove itself. Smith.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning.They slowly went their way up the hill. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. she tuned a smaller note.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript.

 there. There. Mr. and like him better than you do me!''No. and you shall not now!''If I do not. sailed forth the form of Elfride. sir. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. Swancourt. the prominent titles of which were Dr. I remember. I was looking for you.''Yes. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet.''Ah. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me.

 first. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. or experienced. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. Stephen. and took his own. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. Not a light showed anywhere.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. it did not matter in the least. I know why you will not come.

 It was the cleanly-cut. Let us walk up the hill to the church.Out bounded a pair of little girls.They slowly went their way up the hill. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. Smith. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe. Do you love me deeply. Smith. in the shape of Stephen's heart. There. yes; and I don't complain of poverty.--Old H.

 doesn't he? Well.In fact. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede.' he continued. were the white screaming gulls. Smith.''Very well; go on. Feb. relishable for a moment. she allowed him to give checkmate again. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. that is to say. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.