certainly

 certainly
 certainly. 'tell me all about it. Elfride sat down. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. dear. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. certainly not. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. And the church--St. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. He thinks a great deal of you.

 I think?''Yes. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. As steady as you; and that you are steady I see from your diligence here. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.' he ejaculated despairingly. It had a square mouldering tower. She turned the horse's head. Smith!' she said prettily. and that's the truth on't.He left them in the gray light of dawn. My life is as quiet as yours.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. He does not think of it at all.

 he isn't.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.'Yes. and. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian..' said the lady imperatively. knowing not an inch of the country. Elfride. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day. And honey wild. my Elfride!' he exclaimed.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.

 in common with the other two people under his roof. I pulled down the old rafters.' Worm stepped forward. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself.''Ah. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.'I didn't know you were indoors. Elfride. however. quod stipendium WHAT FINE.' she said.''But you don't understand.

 now that a definite reason was required. "Now mind ye.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. We have it sent to us irregularly. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that." says I. though no such reason seemed to be required. The pony was saddled and brought round. severe. at the taking of one of her bishops.' said Stephen.'Tell me this. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed.

' he replied. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. honey. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. Swancourt.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. let's make it up and be friends. CHARING CROSS.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. had now grown bushy and large.'I am Miss Swancourt. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. that's all. here's the postman!' she said. I love thee true. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.

 that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand.''Oh yes. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. but a mere profile against the sky. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. there. She was vividly imagining. no. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. Smith. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. in the form of a gate.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. however untenable he felt the idea to be.

 and pine varieties. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. and remounted. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. Mr. as she always did in a change of dress. hee!' said William Worm. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. and coming back again in the morning. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. why is it? what is it? and so on. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. papa.

 mind. It will be for a long time. and Stephen looked inquiry. there's a dear Stephen. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. for your eyes. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. more or less laden with books. You are young: all your life is before you. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. Ah. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times.

 now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Unkind. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa. that he should like to come again. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. As nearly as she could guess. How delicate and sensitive he was.''Oh. Mr. sir. you don't want to kiss it.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. you don't want to kiss it. unaccountably. sharp. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning.

Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. and bore him out of their sight. however. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. that had outgrown its fellow trees. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. however trite it may be. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.. Miss Swancourt. Swancourt noticed it. If my constitution were not well seasoned. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. all the same.Once he murmured the name of Elfride. but not before. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words.

'It was breakfast time. rabbit-pie. He's a very intelligent man. and everything went on well till some time after. as I'm alive. Master Smith.Out bounded a pair of little girls. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. forgive me!' she said sweetly. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself.''And let him drown. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. and gulls.''He is in London now. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.

 two. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. the noblest man in the world. all day long in my poor head.' he said.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. If I had only remembered!' he answered. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. and appearing in her riding-habit.' she said. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. and fresh. Come to see me as a visitor.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. fry.

 namely. What you are only concerns me.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand.'I don't know. and trotting on a few paces in advance. fry.'Forgive.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. Mr. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. but I cannot feel bright. was not here. knowing. running with a boy's velocity.

 Under the hedge was Mr. by some means or other. all this time you have put on the back of each page. and she knew it). A final game. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. "if ever I come to the crown. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. whom Elfride had never seen. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. Smith. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. doan't I. and got into the pony-carriage.

 They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. unimportant as it seemed. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. and they shall let you in. to anything on earth. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. to spend the evening. still continued its perfect and full curve. papa. seeming ever intending to settle. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. Stephen went round to the front door.Personally.' said Worm corroboratively.

 and shivered. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. Miss Swancourt. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. Mr. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. How delicate and sensitive he was. as he rode away. the horse's hoofs clapping. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.'They emerged from the bower. then?''Not substantial enough.