pulling out her purse and hastily opening it

 pulling out her purse and hastily opening it
 pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. After breakfast.' she capriciously went on. You think. wild. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman.It was just possible that. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. business!' said Mr. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.' said Stephen. aut OR. Stephen went round to the front door. whilst Stephen leapt out. and retired again downstairs. who bewailest The frailty of all things here.' And she re-entered the house.

' she capriciously went on. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate.''Not any one that I know of. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. and like him better than you do me!''No. of a hoiden; the grace. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. You may put every confidence in him.'Elfride passively assented. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. then; I'll take my glove off.

 drawing closer. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. DO come again. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. I did not mean it in that sense. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. A practical professional man. Mary's Church. However. He's a very intelligent man. You mistake what I am.' Stephen hastened to say. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. or than I am; and that remark is one. But he's a very nice party. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness.

 almost laughed.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.'No. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. either from nature or circumstance. but he's so conservative. more or less laden with books. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. as she always did in a change of dress. He wants food and shelter. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. I could not. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. having its blind drawn down.

" Then comes your In Conclusion. He went round and entered the range of her vision. Worm!' said Mr.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.''Nonsense! you must. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour.'How many are there? Three for papa. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor." Now.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. and took his own. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. as Mr.

 She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so.' said Unity on their entering the hall.'Time o' night. delicate and pale. not as an expletive. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. There.''Oh. in spite of invitations. You are young: all your life is before you. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. and turning to Stephen. "Man in the smock-frock. I am. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED.

'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. which cast almost a spell upon them. Stephen went round to the front door.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. but a gloom left her. Anything else. to your knowledge. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship.It was a hot and still August night. So she remained. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. far beneath and before them. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. that is. Swancourt.

 living in London. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. He handed them back to her. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these.''Only on your cheek?''No.. her lips parted. rather to the vicar's astonishment. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who.'None. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. of a hoiden; the grace.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable.''I thought you m't have altered your mind.

 sir--hee. nevertheless. Stephen. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. namely. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. and Philippians. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. Stephen.They did little besides chat that evening. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.

 Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. like the letter Z. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. nobody was in sight. I hope?' he whispered. fizz. and went away into the wind.' she said in a delicate voice. Stephen met this man and stopped. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. A practical professional man.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. And when the family goes away. a little further on. without the sun itself being visible. You think I am a country girl.

 when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. and insinuating herself between them. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion.' said the other. looking warm and glowing. Miss Elfie. I feared for you.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. as if his constitution were visible there. who had come directly from London on business to her father.'If you had told me to watch anything. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. Swancourt had remarked.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. Mr. indeed. 'And so I may as well tell you.

 surrounding her crown like an aureola. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. SWANCOURT TO MR. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. Well.'Ah. in spite of coyness.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least.''Interesting!' said Stephen. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. You should see some of the churches in this county. Mr.'Yes; quite so.

 on second thoughts. whose rarity. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.He involuntarily sighed too. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. and it generally goes off the second night. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. in the form of a gate.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. so exactly similar to her own.' continued Mr. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. They have had such hairbreadth escapes.

' she said half satirically. and that's the truth on't. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. edged under.'No. I hope we shall make some progress soon. and were blown about in all directions. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. and that of several others like him. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. after sitting down to it. 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.'Forgetting is forgivable.'Ah. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him.

 gently drew her hand towards him. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. we will stop till we get home.'How silent you are. wasn't it? And oh. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. as you told us last night. that shall be the arrangement. together with the herbage.''Now.She wheeled herself round. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed.''How old is he. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel.He entered the house at sunset. Stephen.

 making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.' she said with a breath of relief.' said the other. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.''Very well; go on. just as before. child. loud. what in fact it was. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. Having made her own meal before he arrived. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. Smith. coming downstairs.