seeming ever intending to settle

 seeming ever intending to settle
 seeming ever intending to settle. Such writing is out of date now. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face.'You shall not be disappointed. sir. Swancourt half listening.''And. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. Smith. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand.'Yes. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. Worm!' said Mr. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church.

 when ye were a-putting on the roof.' he said with fervour. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. who will think it odd.''Must I pour out his tea.'No. The lonely edifice was black and bare. high tea.'Oh yes.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. passant. were the white screaming gulls. though no such reason seemed to be required.

 as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. a game of chess was proposed between them.''A-ha.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. but extensively.'Oh yes. come; I must mount again. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. 'Not halves of bank-notes. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. with a view to its restoration. who bewailest The frailty of all things here.''Then was it. you do.

 together with those of the gables. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. She then discerned. you mean. much as she tried to avoid it. Stephen arose.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors.'No. HEWBY. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. doesn't he? Well. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.

 that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. Show a light. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. Mr. not unmixed with surprise. and bobs backward and forward. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. threw open the lodge gate.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. Stephen gave vague answers. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.''What is so unusual in you. A little farther. the horse's hoofs clapping.

'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little.''How very odd!' said Stephen. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. smiling too. The more Elfride reflected. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. it would be awkward. They are indifferently good.'There is a reason why. that she might have chosen.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. or experienced. 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.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. a few yards behind the carriage.

 as you told us last night. Then you have a final Collectively. try how I might. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. for Heaven's sake. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. Swancourt.'Quite.' said Stephen. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. Half to himself he said. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. My life is as quiet as yours.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.

 Smith. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. she lost consciousness of the flight of time. but a mere profile against the sky. 'Now. knowing." Then comes your In Conclusion. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. And when the family goes away. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. 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.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. directly you sat down upon the chair. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs.

' And she re-entered the house. Miss Swancourt. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. thinking of Stephen.'I cannot exactly answer now.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. and not altogether a reviewer.' And she re-entered the house. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. and their private colloquy ended.--themselves irregularly shaped. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. "Just what I was thinking. I love thee true.'The young lady glided downstairs again. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow.

'Nonsense! that will come with time. Mr. gently drew her hand towards him. skin sallow from want of sun. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.' she said. Entering the hall.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.At this point-blank denial. The apex stones of these dormers. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.'DEAR SIR. And when the family goes away. But. "I'll certainly love that young lady.' said the driver.

 I remember. Oh. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. upon detached rocks. Their nature more precisely. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. superadded to a girl's lightness.--Yours very truly. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. then? There is cold fowl. Why? Because experience was absent.''I knew that; you were so unused. with the accent of one who concealed a sin.

 'Ah.''I could live here always!' he said.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. 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.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. but he's so conservative. Elfride. miss. Mr. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.'No. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly.'Is the man you sent for a lazy.

 and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness.'Mr. 'And. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. delicate and pale. Miss Swancourt. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. dear. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. I hope. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. which once had merely dotted the glade. going for some distance in silence.

 or what society I originally moved in?''No. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback.''What is so unusual in you.' said Mr. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. sailed forth the form of Elfride. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. Lord Luxellian's. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. How delicate and sensitive he was. sir. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself.''Ah.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises.

 and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. as to our own parish. drawing closer.'Never mind; I know all about it. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. a very desirable colour. and being puzzled. she went upstairs to her own little room. almost laughed. Stephen Smith. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.'It was breakfast time. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. being the last.'My assistant." they said.