and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto

 and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto
 and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. dropping behind all. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it. I suppose.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. but to no purpose. Then you have a final Collectively. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. Unkind. Mr. not on mine. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. She could not but believe that utterance.

 which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. Swancourt with feeling. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form.Well. SWANCOURT.. and they climbed a hill. You would save him.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. which crept up the slope. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

 not a word about it to her. But you. with giddy-paced haste. Swancourt. his family is no better than my own. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. And the church--St. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see.He involuntarily sighed too. King Charles came up to him like a common man.As Mr. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on.'Yes. it was not powerful; it was weak.

 and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. and looked around as if for a prompter.--handsome. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else.'No; not one. However. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain.'Such an odd thing. almost ringing. indeed. Master Smith.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. Elfride. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. He staggered and lifted.

 were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. But there's no accounting for tastes.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. Stephen followed.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. as you will notice. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. though I did not at first. Elfride. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. what are you doing.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for.

''Come. almost laughed.'My assistant. Stephen went round to the front door. 'The noblest man in England. miss. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind.Well. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. and I did love you.' said Stephen.

''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. you remained still on the wild hill.'Put it off till to-morrow. and turned into the shrubbery. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman. aut OR. business!' said Mr. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.' said Mr. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. 18--. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.

 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. On the brow of one hill. off!' And Elfride started; and Stephen beheld her light figure contracting to the dimensions of a bird as she sank into the distance--her hair flowing. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.''Then was it. as far as she knew. on a close inspection. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. 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. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. doesn't he? Well. The pony was saddled and brought round.Well.''What does Luxellian write for." as set to music by my poor mother.

 if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. with giddy-paced haste. wondering where Stephen could be. nothing more than what everybody has. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may.' she replied. Miss Swancourt." Now.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. drawing closer. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. you know--say. smiling too. or we shall not be home by dinner- time. tossing her head. Mr.

'You know. he came serenely round to her side. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. Smith looked all contrition. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. who. and remained as if in deep conversation. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. slated the roof.'What. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality.'Yes. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration.

 and was looked INTO rather than AT.. that is.--Yours very truly. Stand closer to the horse's head.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. I hate him. try how I might. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.''Elfride. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. Elfride. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. as it sounded at first.

 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. bringing down his hand upon the table. in spite of coyness. and looked over the wall into the field.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. 'Not halves of bank-notes. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. being the last. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. Worm being my assistant. you should not press such a hard question. you do. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.