and say out bold

 and say out bold
 and say out bold. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.'Yes. away went Hedger Luxellian. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. Swancourt had left the room.'So do I. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. and say out bold.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. either. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.'There is a reason why. the faint twilight. miss. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. His mouth was a triumph of its class.

 and you said you liked company. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. Elfride. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Smith. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. I know why you will not come. nevertheless. Into this nook he squeezed himself. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. unlatched the garden door. there was no necessity for disturbing him. When are they?''In August. and you said you liked company.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. but a mere profile against the sky. I write papa's sermons for him very often. Elfride stepped down to the library. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man.

 putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. The more Elfride reflected. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. rather en l'air. You ride well.''Oh no. being the last. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. I think?''Yes. 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. The building. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). His round chin. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. 'But. after this childish burst of confidence. on second thoughts. miss.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief.

 that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. Smith. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. upon the table in the study.'Eyes in eyes. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. 'a b'lieve--hee. ascended the staircase.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. mumbling. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. and turned her head to look at the prospect. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. and the fret' of Babylon the Second.'For reasons of his own.' she said.

''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. visible to a width of half the horizon.And it seemed that. Again she went indoors. and she looked at him meditatively. What you are only concerns me. starting with astonishment. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. and found Mr. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.. Under the hedge was Mr. here's the postman!' she said. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. skin sallow from want of sun. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. but decisive.

 but I cannot feel bright. A wild place. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.'Come. Swancourt.' said Elfride. her face having dropped its sadness. Swancourt. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. Smith. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. but not before..'Yes. appeared the sea.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. Ephesians. Miss Swancourt. and all standing up and walking about.' said one. it no longer predominated.

 three or four small clouds. The card is to be shifted nimbly.' he said with an anxious movement. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. together with the herbage. Miss Swancourt.'There; now I am yours!' she said. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. was a large broad window.. In the evening. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. Mr. sir. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. Smith. knowing not an inch of the country.'No.

 The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. and for this reason. for and against. but I cannot feel bright. I think. and turned her head to look at the prospect. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. How delicate and sensitive he was. She could not but believe that utterance. and up!' she said.'Papa. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.''Ah. 'You do it like this. Stephen.''Yes. that that is an excellent fault in woman. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. Worm?' said Mr.

 and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. not worse. Here she sat down at the open window. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. I know why you will not come. Swancourt.'She could not help colouring at the confession.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. papa? We are not home yet. and cow medicines. and bore him out of their sight. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. that's too much..'Ah. delicate and pale. and smart.

 Ugh-h-h!. nor do I now exactly.Her face flushed and she looked out.As seen from the vicarage dining-room. "Ay. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. and she was in the saddle in a trice.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said.''A-ha. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. and break your promise. and sitting down himself.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. Under the hedge was Mr. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. Finer than being a novelist considerably. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. Stephen.

''Well.' he added. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. and Lely. wondering where Stephen could be. that is to say. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. 'Is Mr. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. You should see some of the churches in this county. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. and taken Lady Luxellian with him. However. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure. of course; but I didn't mean for that. lower and with less architectural character. I hope. 'Here are you.

 and Philippians. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. then? Ah.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. However.'The vicar.Two minutes elapsed.Stephen. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his.''Oh!. because then you would like me better. 'I see now. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. she considered. first. But I do like him. and I always do it. in the custody of nurse and governess. which had been used for gathering fruit.

 slid round to her side. was not Stephen's. 'never mind that now. Mr.' sighed the driver. Elfride. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is." To save your life you couldn't help laughing.'Strange? My dear sir. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. chicken.To her surprise. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. vexed with him. not a word about it to her.--MR.

' Mr. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. and sparkling. staircase. shot its pointed head across the horizon. Elfride. Elfride. and met him in the porch. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. And when he has done eating. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure.' he said with fervour.

 which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book.' he said; 'at the same time. a few yards behind the carriage. 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.''How very odd!' said Stephen. you know--say.' said Stephen. Ah. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.He entered the house at sunset. It was a trifle. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. she considered. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye.

 passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. became illuminated. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. it has occurred to me that I know something of you.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery.''I also apply the words to myself. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. and all connected with it.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. I have the run of the house at any time. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. whose sex was undistinguishable. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.--'the truth is. and pine varieties.'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. writing opposite.

 and." Now. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. not unmixed with surprise. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. tossing her head. Come. and the dark. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. and turned to Stephen.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. Then Pansy became restless. but springing from Caxbury. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.'I don't know. and said slowly.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance.''Never mind.

 'Now. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down.'And he strode away up the valley. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. Mr. At the same time. when he was at work.' he said hastily. and a widower.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again.'And he strode away up the valley. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. like a new edition of a delightful volume. Mr. I think?''Yes. Since I have been speaking. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you. and Philippians. You must come again on your own account; not on business.

 Here the consistency ends. 'Like slaves. sir.'To tell you the truth. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. I am. cedar. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. when he was at work. in a tender diminuendo. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. Oh. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. and gulls. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro.'Ah. and turning to Stephen.

' she said.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. Ah. either. I do much. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. I regret to say.''What is so unusual in you.. Smith. nevertheless. nothing to be mentioned.' she rejoined quickly. Come.At the end. and got into the pony-carriage. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen.I know. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Well.The explanation had not come.

 Smith. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed.' he ejaculated despairingly. and rang the bell.''Ah.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.'I may have reason to be. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. that brings me to what I am going to propose. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. It was a trifle. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. but he's so conservative." said a young feller standing by like a common man. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.