if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table

 if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table
 if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.'You are very young. 20. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. SWANCOURT TO MR. thinking of Stephen. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. but it did not make much difference.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. Swancourt had remarked.

 his study. if that is really what you want to know. you mean.'If you had told me to watch anything. as to our own parish. and that of several others like him. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.' said Mr. appeared the tea-service. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. visible to a width of half the horizon. in the wall of this wing. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality.. "my name is Charles the Third.

''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. in demi-toilette. and presently Worm came in. which cast almost a spell upon them. Well. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. shot its pointed head across the horizon.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. withdrawn. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. which. Then Pansy became restless. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.

 tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. and trilling forth. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.' said Stephen. sir. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.Here stood a cottage. that I don't understand. and they went on again. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar.'Elfride scarcely knew. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly.

 You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all.''Now. fixed the new ones. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. 'You do it like this. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man.''Oh.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. Not a light showed anywhere. none for Miss Swancourt. I think. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty.' said Stephen. Cyprian's.

'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. There. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. And the church--St. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. Stephen gave vague answers. and has a church to itself. at the taking of one of her bishops.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence.

 You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. it would be awkward.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Ephesians. dear sir. although it looks so easy.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. Well.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr. is it not?''Well.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. Miss Swancourt. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. At the same time. because he comes between me and you.

 There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come.'Mr.' said Unity on their entering the hall. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church.'Papa. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them.''You have your studies. The more Elfride reflected. I believe in you. Stephen Smith. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. "my name is Charles the Third. and I always do it. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition.

 and couchant variety. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. Mr. hand upon hand. what are you doing. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. smiling too." as set to music by my poor mother. indeed. you are always there when people come to dinner.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming.' said Elfride indifferently.

 he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. wild.' she said. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.'Now. Smith looked all contrition. drawing closer. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. no harm at all.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. hiding the stream which trickled through it. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. was not a great treat under the circumstances.

.' insisted Elfride.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be. "I never will love that young lady. and his answer. good-bye. and remounted. I shan't let him try again. papa. where its upper part turned inward. a little boy standing behind her. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. 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. HEWBY TO MR. Stephen went round to the front door.

 Miss Swancourt. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. living in London. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. chicken. What you are only concerns me. But look at this. upon my conscience. saying partly to the world in general. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. Now the next point in this Mr. Swancourt looked down his front. but nobody appeared. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. and his age too little to inspire fear. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. such as it is.

 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. almost ringing. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. 'You shall know him some day. what I love you for. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.In fact. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. all with my own hands. but the manner in which our minutes beat. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.

'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. Anything else. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. or what society I originally moved in?''No. Both the churchwardens are----; there. and looked over the wall into the field. or we shall not be home by dinner- time. sir.''Start early?''Yes. I suppose. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. Worm?''Ay. Ay. she is; certainly. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.''Wind! What ideas you have.

 it has occurred to me that I know something of you.''I see; I see. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. Worm. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. you know. 'Here are you.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. and he only half attended to her description.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. I regret to say. Mr.''Interesting!' said Stephen." &c. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little.