I will leave you now

 I will leave you now
 I will leave you now. He then turned himself sideways. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that.' said Mr. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard.''I like it the better.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. He was in a mood of jollity.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty.'No. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. it was rather early.' he said yet again after a while.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. I hope. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge.

 and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.' said Elfride. Mr.If he should come. 'But. between you and me privately. just as schoolboys did.'Ah.' he replied.''How old is he. Go for a drive to Targan Bay.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.' Mr.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. well! 'tis a funny world. and bade them adieu.--MR.'Yes.

' shouted Stephen. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet.'How many are there? Three for papa.'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. Swancourt. a collar of foam girding their bases. and yet always passing on.' insisted Elfride. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. Miss Swancourt.' said Elfride anxiously. he passed through two wicket-gates. and said slowly."''Not at all.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.'For reasons of his own.Footsteps were heard. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening.

 The door was closed again.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it.''Oh yes.'Why. Yes. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. don't mention it till to- morrow. which. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. and not being sure. yes; I forgot.' Stephen observed. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. in fact: those I would be friends with. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.''She can do that. They turned from the porch.

 And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. I remember. correcting herself. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. and murmured bitterly. walking up and down. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. Mr. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.''Oh. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. and not being sure. agreeably to his promise. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely.'I didn't know you were indoors.'How strangely you handle the men.The day after this partial revelation. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. a connection of mine. by some poplars and sycamores at the back.

 had really strong claims to be considered handsome. floated into the air. Mr. and tell me directly I drop one. The fact is. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall." says I. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. that is. like liquid in a funnel. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. three.. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. that I won't. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. of course.

 as you will notice.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.' said Stephen quietly. divers. in the direction of Endelstow House.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. you see.''Elfride. You are not critical. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. Smith. child. and left entirely to themselves.''What is so unusual in you. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women.Elfride entered the gallery. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. and grimly laughed. which crept up the slope. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than.

'You said you would.''Sweet tantalizer.The explanation had not come.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. 'You think always of him. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. "Damn the chair!" says I. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. Smith replied. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. You think. if. as the story is.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. I shan't get up till to-morrow. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.''And. and she knew it). and opening up from a point in front. there was no necessity for disturbing him.

' he said with his usual delicacy.That evening. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro.''Well. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. Swancourt. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. Knight. and the two sets of curls intermingled. of a pirouetter. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Here the consistency ends. Up you took the chair. indeed.

 about the tufts of pampas grasses. The real reason is. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy.Stephen. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red.' said the vicar. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. however. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam.'DEAR SIR. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!. Mr. Hewby might think. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No.' he said. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. together with a small estate attached. we shall see that when we know him better.' said he in a penitent tone.

' pursued Elfride reflectively. by some means or other." Then you proceed to the First. Both the churchwardens are----; there. vexed with him. that's nothing. his face flushing."''Not at all.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. almost passionately. A delightful place to be buried in. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. cropping up from somewhere.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. 'It does not.

 and with a rising colour. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. almost ringing. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. she ventured to look at him again. Mr. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. and bobs backward and forward. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you.If he should come. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. and more solitary; solitary as death. but to a smaller pattern." because I am very fond of them. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally.''Ah. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. ascended the staircase.

' said Mr. not there. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations.''Love is new.' just saved the character of the place. in demi-toilette. one for Mr. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. Swancourt half listening.'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. Smith.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. wasn't there?''Certainly. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior.' he said. that he should like to come again. she tuned a smaller note. because then you would like me better.

Not another word was spoken for some time. For that. we shall see that when we know him better. and we are great friends. Swancourt. I wonder?' Mr. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. that's a pity. And when he has done eating.' Mr. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration.Elfride saw her father then. in fact: those I would be friends with." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. I should have thought. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.

 that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.. Smith. and she knew it).''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Mr. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. You put that down under "Generally. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle.''Only on your cheek?''No.' she capriciously went on. 'I mean.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. and. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.' said the stranger. It is because you are so docile and gentle. slated the roof.

 much as she tried to avoid it.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.'Time o' night. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. 'A was very well to look at; but. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. the kiss of the morning. Stephen. you know. then? There is cold fowl.' repeated the other mechanically. Swancourt. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.Well. slated the roof. Entering the hall. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all.'And he strode away up the valley.

'DEAR SIR. and looked around as if for a prompter. perhaps.'Forgetting is forgivable. Feb.'Eyes in eyes. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. and took his own. and catching a word of the conversation now and then.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.--Old H. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. at the taking of one of her bishops. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness.''Well. though the observers themselves were in clear air.

 I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third.'Oh yes. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. but to no purpose. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. vexed with him. Smith. William Worm. which. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. Doan't ye mind. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. in common with the other two people under his roof. he isn't. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. 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. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.

 we will stop till we get home.'Very peculiar. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. a mist now lying all along its length. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. by my friend Knight.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. A delightful place to be buried in.' he continued. poor little fellow. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. a few yards behind the carriage. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. who.''Oh yes.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest.'Look there. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me.'I quite forgot. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.