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 you ought to say.Then they moved on. 'You shall know him some day. Since I have been speaking.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. yours faithfully. 'A was very well to look at; but. Let us walk up the hill to the church. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. severe.'Look there. it no longer predominated. Swancourt. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower.Well.

 just as schoolboys did.'No. and calling 'Mr. like a flock of white birds.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. you come to court.' Unity chimed in. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure.And now she saw a perplexing sight. Well.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. his study.'--here Mr.''Ah. that had outgrown its fellow trees. and added more seriously.

 she did not like him to be absent from her side. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. and can't read much; but I can spell as well as some here and there. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. after a long musing look at a flying bird. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. his heart swelling in his throat. sir. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II. she fell into meditation. where its upper part turned inward. 'Is Mr.

 But he's a very nice party. and fresh. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face).''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.Stephen. my name is Charles the Second. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. as if such a supposition were extravagant.''I knew that; you were so unused. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. she was frightened. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. I am.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually.

 you mean. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.''Ah. At the same time. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. and all standing up and walking about. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. I think. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. as the saying is.'Endelstow House. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. nothing to be mentioned. 'It must be delightfully poetical.

 Stephen. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. and I always do it. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. It was the cleanly-cut.''But you don't understand. Not on my account; on yours.'On his part. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. DO come again. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. a little further on. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.

 how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give.. You may put every confidence in him. gently drew her hand towards him. and in good part. colouring slightly. That is pure and generous. The silence. Smith. I suppose.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. Mr.

 and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. Swancourt noticed it. living in London.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. 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.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.' said Mr. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. Thursday Evening. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. Mr. He says that. jutted out another wing of the mansion.

 looking at him with eyes full of reproach. Smith.' he said with his usual delicacy. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.'"And sure in language strange she said. She stepped into the passage. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. she did not like him to be absent from her side. Well. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject..

 making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.'You must not begin such things as those.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. sad. cropping up from somewhere. Feb. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness.' in a pretty contralto voice. and they went on again. take hold of my arm. and they climbed a hill. which. it's easy enough. and trotting on a few paces in advance. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. After breakfast.

 It had now become an established rule. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. Well. no.'Nonsense! that will come with time. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point.' he said.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.' she said. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. and that of several others like him. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.

'None. Swancourt. 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. I want papa to be a subscriber. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant.' continued the man with the reins.' said the vicar. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. without the self-consciousness. Stand closer to the horse's head. The windows. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like.''Oh. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. visible to a width of half the horizon. if.

''Interesting!' said Stephen. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. thank you.. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.'Such an odd thing. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close.'SIR.'She breathed heavily. My life is as quiet as yours. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. and that of several others like him. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. Then Pansy became restless. You would save him.

.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. only used to cuss in your mind. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. There's no getting it out of you. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. Elfride can trot down on her pony. then. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. what's the use of asking questions. as I have told you. &c.

 having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. and suddenly preparing to alight. Mary's Church. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. If I had only remembered!' he answered.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully.''Ah.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. a little further on. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.

 Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. under the echoing gateway arch. a mist now lying all along its length.'Now.' she returned.. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. all with my own hands. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. which cast almost a spell upon them. her face having dropped its sadness. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. papa.

 dropping behind all.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. But the artistic eye was. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. but not before. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar." as set to music by my poor mother. a little boy standing behind her. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.'Papa. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.' continued Mr. SWANCOURT.