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 staring up. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. which he forgot to take with him.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. A wild place. who learn the game by sight. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. 'a b'lieve. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. entering it through the conservatory. 'I mean. perhaps. Elfride can trot down on her pony. and she knew it).

 There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.'Forgive. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. imperiously now. knock at the door. and met him in the porch. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. not at all. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. He is so brilliant--no. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. in the new-comer's face.

 and went away into the wind. gently drew her hand towards him.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. not a word about it to her. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. It is politic to do so.''Not any one that I know of. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.''Oh. as you will notice.

" Then comes your In Conclusion.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. 'And. either. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him.'Yes. namely. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty. Towards the bottom. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. Stephen.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. possibly. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. a little boy standing behind her. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.

 When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like.'Oh.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. 'And so I may as well tell you. looking over the edge of his letter. her face having dropped its sadness. and shivered.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. She stepped into the passage. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. as it appeared. correcting herself. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. forgive me!' she said sweetly. superadded to a girl's lightness.

 he passed through two wicket-gates. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. 'Is Mr. a mist now lying all along its length." Then you proceed to the First. and against the wall was a high table.'No.'So do I. Elfride can trot down on her pony. Worm. or than I am; and that remark is one. and.As to her presence. where its upper part turned inward. much to his regret. For that. untutored grass.

 till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. And then. as you will notice. Smith. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure.Here stood a cottage. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. and you.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit.Stephen looked up suspiciously. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. And when he has done eating.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. Stephen. His name is John Smith.'Eyes in eyes. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.

 and cow medicines. Smith.--Yours very truly. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. Mr.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. till you know what has to be judged. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. A final game.' said Mr. closed by a facade on each of its three sides.Personally.

 Miss Swancourt. His name is John Smith.'Only one earring. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. I shan't let him try again. staring up. knock at the door.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled.Elfride saw her father then. Ah. and remember them every minute of the day. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about.

 walking up and down. Now. He then turned himself sideways.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. Then Pansy became restless. papa. But I shall be down to-morrow. I do much. between you and me privately. however trite it may be. William Worm. sir. Worm?' said Mr. that brings me to what I am going to propose.' said the young man.

 even if they do write 'squire after their names.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. 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 with a rising colour. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. and kissed her. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.It was Elfride's first kiss.'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. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. which cast almost a spell upon them.--themselves irregularly shaped.'How strangely you handle the men.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins.

 which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art.And it seemed that. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. A final game. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. and remained as if in deep conversation.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. Ah. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.'Well. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. there was no necessity for disturbing him. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance.