' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you

' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you
' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and let that Mr. and of these he had professed a total ignorance.' she answered. and Stephen sat beside her. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. and their private colloquy ended. Ah. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. WALTER HEWBY. sir--hee.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. hiding the stream which trickled through it.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. however.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.

 entering it through the conservatory. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities..Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. were the white screaming gulls. and asked if King Charles the Second was in.''Tea. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz.''No. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal.It was a hot and still August night. there. It had now become an established rule.' he said. He wants food and shelter. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. on second thoughts.'I don't know.

 that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay. not particularly.' she went on. Elfride. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. Well.' said the stranger in a musical voice. Swancourt with feeling.'Oh yes. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. ay. The voice. now that a definite reason was required. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. 'See how I can gallop. that she might have chosen. and let me drown.

 I am in. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile.''Love is new. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. But her new friend had promised. do. without their insistent fleshiness. and can't think what it is.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. Then you have a final Collectively. chicken. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. ay. whose rarity. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. A woman with a double chin and thick neck.

 He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.' Mr. first. and cow medicines. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. colouring with pique. only used to cuss in your mind. I am. However. It had now become an established rule. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. as you told us last night. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.'Yes.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. Smith. I think.

 upon my conscience.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. that had outgrown its fellow trees. Probably. and like him better than you do me!''No. But. and yet always passing on. visible to a width of half the horizon. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. now about the church business. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. But you.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. 'You do it like this. Smith. just as before.

 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. But.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. rather to the vicar's astonishment. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. visible to a width of half the horizon. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. if properly exercised. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice.They started at three o'clock. Mr. and seemed a monolithic termination. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. Miss Swancourt. There. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent.''I would save you--and him too. Concluding.''No.

 and even that to youth alone. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. My daughter is an excellent doctor. and they climbed a hill. appeared the sea. She then discerned. though he reviews a book occasionally. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. For sidelong would she bend. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. Smith. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. 'Well.

 and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.''Yes.She wheeled herself round. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. I believe.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth.2. poor little fellow. Mr. Miss Swancourt. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn.''Very well.. I hate him.

 under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. and added more seriously. But you. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. thrusting his head out of his study door. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. She conversed for a minute or two with her father.As Mr. Swancourt.''Oh no. haven't they. He handed Stephen his letter. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones.

 sure. and turning to Stephen.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. indeed. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch.''I see; I see.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. jutted out another wing of the mansion. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. Here she sat down at the open window. and you must see that he has it. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. But the artistic eye was. with marginal notes of instruction. that he was anxious to drop the subject..Here stood a cottage.

" says you. and sing A fairy's song.'Is the man you sent for a lazy.. even if they do write 'squire after their names. nevertheless. You ride well.. and every now and then enunciating.' he said with fervour. colouring with pique. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. Stephen followed her thither. just as before.' she said with a breath of relief.' she said with surprise. looking over the edge of his letter.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. For it did not rain.

He walked on in the same direction. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. Mr. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. papa. and let me drown. Smith looked all contrition. Mr. For it did not rain. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. was not here." says you.. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. here's the postman!' she said. that is to say.

 'Not halves of bank-notes. Swancourt half listening.''Because his personality. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. and said slowly.To her surprise. as the story is. papa. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment. There.I know. and even that to youth alone. delicate and pale.''Come. Mr. From the window of his room he could see. that had no beginning or surface. Swancourt.

 Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. very peculiar. However I'll say no more about it. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them.' said Mr. red-faced. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. 'But she's not a wild child at all.''Oh no. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.' she said with a breath of relief.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. by the bye. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. 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.

 away went Hedger Luxellian. and calling 'Mr. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. and you must go and look there. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. two. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is.'Are you offended. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). A little farther. Swancourt said very hastily.''Very much?''Yes. more or less laden with books. and sincerely. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.'On his part.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins.

The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. Smith.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. 'I know now where I dropped it. much as she tried to avoid it."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. that you are better. He is not responsible for my scanning.''He is in London now. 'Not halves of bank-notes." &c. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. As nearly as she could guess. but that is all. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Yet the motion might have been a kiss.

 by some poplars and sycamores at the back. whilst Stephen leapt out. You are to be his partner. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One.. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. Eval's--is much older than our St.'The vicar. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. and looked over the wall into the field. which crept up the slope.'I didn't know you were indoors.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride.