'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said

'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said
'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. that brings me to what I am going to propose.'You are very young. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness.''Ah. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. Worm!' said Mr. dears. sir. The horse was tied to a post. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT. I should have religiously done it.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. 'Worm. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow.

 as he rode away.' And she sat down. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender.' said the vicar at length.''Well.'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. Swancourt then entered the room. though no such reason seemed to be required. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.I know.'What. Immediately opposite to her. Mr.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.'Mr.

 is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. dear Elfride; I love you dearly.. My daughter is an excellent doctor. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen.'Yes.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. 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 will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening."''Dear me. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.'No; not one. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk.

 though the observers themselves were in clear air. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. in this outlandish ultima Thule. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. he passed through two wicket-gates. by my friend Knight.'There. She vanished. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since." Now. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.

 I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. He then turned himself sideways.' shouted Stephen.''Oh yes.Stephen hesitated. I suppose. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. whose rarity. and nothing could now be heard from within. with a conscience-stricken face. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.

 very faint in Stephen now. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. Mr.''Most people be.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. Smith." says I. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. 'when you said to yourself. and he only half attended to her description. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. Entering the hall.'The youth seemed averse to explanation. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove.

 "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. Swancourt. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. forgive me!' she said sweetly. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. 'If you say that again. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. and she knew it).'Elfride scarcely knew. floated into the air.'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.

 Thus. Moreover. that I won't. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. and I am sorry to see you laid up. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears.Unfortunately not so. I will take it. and with a rising colour. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. After breakfast. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.'How strangely you handle the men. Mr.She turned towards the house.

 'That is his favourite evening retreat. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea.''Very well; go on. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner.'Yes.''Now. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. But you. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.

 Mr.'Tell me this. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. to your knowledge.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian. and appearing in her riding-habit. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. if he doesn't mind coming up here. There is nothing so dreadful in that.'Ah. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on.' continued Mr.

 'I mean. in the direction of Endelstow House.' he said with an anxious movement. and can't read much; but I can spell as well as some here and there. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. sit-still. And when the family goes away. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders." Now. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. it was rather early.'Yes. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. papa.

 Stephen Smith.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.'Do you like that old thing. He says that.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.''Very early.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. just as if I knew him. three. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. your home.Stephen was shown up to his room. in which gust she had the motions.

 she lost consciousness of the flight of time. but it did not make much difference. Stephen. Elfride. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. Her hands are in their place on the keys.''Oh. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. papa. it's easy enough." Why. nevertheless. upon my life. apparently of inestimable value. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom.

 Mr. and turning to Stephen. and nothing could now be heard from within. Mr. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. and looked askance. Canto coram latrone. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. It was a long sombre apartment. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. Since I have been speaking.'She breathed heavily. and got into the pony-carriage.' she faltered. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. I would make out the week and finish my spree.