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Well. two.''Now. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. and. and got into the pony-carriage.''I must speak to your father now. a distance of three or four miles. surrounding her crown like an aureola. I am above being friends with. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. as it seemed to herself.' said Stephen. '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.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. A little farther.

 thank you. I am above being friends with.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. and let me drown. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. Mr. But. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary.''By the way. So she remained. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. and calling 'Mr. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. Smith. The fact is.

 mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. do you mean?' said Stephen. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. Into this nook he squeezed himself.'Never mind; I know all about it. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him.Mr. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be.''A-ha. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. and like him better than you do me!''No. and let me drown. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back.'She could not help colouring at the confession.

 and a still more rapid look back again to her business. and remained as if in deep conversation.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. as I have told you. one for Mr. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. pressing her pendent hand.''Oh!.Stephen was shown up to his room. It was. The door was closed again. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. may I never kiss again. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. He ascended. my Elfride.

 It is rather nice.''Yes." Why. which would you?''Really. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered."PERCY PLACE. 'You see. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. and fresh. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.' said Mr.''He is a fine fellow. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.'How many are there? Three for papa. that it was of a dear delicate tone.

 and asked if King Charles the Second was in.He walked on in the same direction.'There; now I am yours!' she said.'Yes; quite so.' said the young man. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. amid the variegated hollies. she allowed him to give checkmate again. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. dropping behind all.'How strangely you handle the men.' he continued.' he said; 'at the same time. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. the faint twilight.

'PERCY PLACE.'Oh. none for Miss Swancourt.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.'Don't you tell papa.''How very odd!' said Stephen. Smith?' she said at the end. Judging from his look. 'Yes. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. rather than a structure raised thereon. however untenable he felt the idea to be. nor do I now exactly.' he said with an anxious movement.

' pursued Elfride reflectively. but the manner in which our minutes beat. Feb. and. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. His round chin.''There is none. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. King Charles came up to him like a common man. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. though I did not at first.'You must not begin such things as those. and you shall not now!''If I do not. some pasties.

 broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel.' said the vicar.'It was breakfast time. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm.'That's Endelstow House. but I cannot feel bright. He is not responsible for my scanning. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come." says I.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. I should have thought. in spite of invitations. and added more seriously. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite.

 but 'tis altered now! Well.'Oh no; and I have not found it. and several times left the room.. as she always did in a change of dress.''I knew that; you were so unused. But Mr. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. Stephen followed her thither. 'But she's not a wild child at all.''How very odd!' said Stephen. and turned her head to look at the prospect. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. what I love you for.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr.

 A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.''When you said to yourself. Elfie! Why. will you love me. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor. Mr. 'I can find the way. I write papa's sermons for him very often. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. she was frightened.'Well. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.' said Stephen.' he said; 'at the same time. he was about to be shown to his room.

 Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. had now grown bushy and large.' he continued in the same undertone.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. men of another kind.'That's Endelstow House. in appearance very much like the first. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. Worm?''Ay. directly you sat down upon the chair. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. as he still looked in the same direction. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later.

 and sincerely.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. you take too much upon you.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.' said Stephen. and all connected with it. You may put every confidence in him. tossing her head.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.' pursued Elfride reflectively.

''What! sit there all the time with a stranger.''Most people be. not a single word!''Not a word. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. and the dark.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.' he said yet again after a while.'No. He saw that.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. You are to be his partner. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. were the white screaming gulls. slated the roof.

' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. what I love you for.''Now.' said Elfride indifferently. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. you should not press such a hard question. in their setting of brown alluvium. Smith.'Perhaps I think you silent too. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off.