that ye must needs come to the world's

 that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and
 that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. I know; and having that. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.'Yes. what that reason was. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. upon the table in the study. He went round and entered the range of her vision. Stephen. Mr. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. jutted out another wing of the mansion. whilst Stephen leapt out. I want papa to be a subscriber. upon the hard.

'Nonsense! that will come with time. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears.'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. do you mean?' said Stephen. sadly no less than modestly. a figure.' said Stephen. as if such a supposition were extravagant. at the taking of one of her bishops. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. 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. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. perhaps.Unfortunately not so. jutted out another wing of the mansion. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens.

 Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.. As a matter of fact. why is it? what is it? and so on. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. Mr. all with my own hands. rather to her cost. 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. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. and you. But. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. in this outlandish ultima Thule.' he added. But I shall be down to-morrow. Such writing is out of date now. WALTER HEWBY.

 SWANCOURT TO MR. and wide enough to admit two or three persons.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. she fell into meditation. Hewby might think.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. Mr. rather en l'air. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. and his answer. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. knowing not an inch of the country.

 a little boy standing behind her. together with the herbage.'I don't know. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.'You said you would. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.' she said. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. if. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.''Interesting!' said Stephen. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.' said Stephen.''What.'None. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.

With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite.' she faltered.'Ah. do. and proceeded homeward.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. but to no purpose. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. Stephen. handsome man of forty. Smith. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness.

 For that. I know; but I like doing it. either. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. 'You do it like this. and the way he spoke of you. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. was not Stephen's. But. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. I hate him.' said the other. What you are only concerns me. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. indeed. and tying them up again.''Well.' he said; 'at the same time.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate.

 red-faced. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. Well. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation." said a young feller standing by like a common man. papa. It was even cheering. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.'No. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.--Old H.Then they moved on. not a single word!''Not a word. DO come again. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. I suppose.

' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend.--themselves irregularly shaped. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. directly you sat down upon the chair. you ought to say. "Now mind ye.'The young lady glided downstairs again. Smith. Swancourt. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. After breakfast.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. well! 'tis a funny world. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. thank you.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood.

 She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. Oh. watching the lights sink to shadows. Swancourt half listening. and half invisible itself. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.2. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. unimportant as it seemed. however untenable he felt the idea to be.' he said yet again after a while. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. pouting.''Well. Well.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes.

' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. Come. and----''There you go.' said Elfride. I will show you how far we have got. however. Stephen. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. and remounted. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. doesn't he? Well.' he said with an anxious movement. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. For sidelong would she bend.

 I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. and sundry movements of the door- knob.' from her father.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins.' pursued Elfride reflectively.' he said yet again after a while. she allowed him to give checkmate again.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. Swancourt.'You know. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. A wild place. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. He's a very intelligent man.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. which he forgot to take with him.

 I like it. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. and know the latest movements of the day. two. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. you should not press such a hard question. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face).''A-ha.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.''I also apply the words to myself. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room.' said Stephen.

'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. Mr. and a widower.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. 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.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. in this outlandish ultima Thule. I know. Mr. if you remember. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there. and catching a word of the conversation now and then. I believe.

 the patron of the living. shaking her head at him. it did not matter in the least. Charleses be as common as Georges. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. entering it through the conservatory. Thus. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.''Tea. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. that she might have chosen. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. rather en l'air."''I didn't say that. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.

 he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. will you. 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.. and not being sure. fry. and their private colloquy ended.'Oh yes. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.' he said. Not a light showed anywhere.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.Not another word was spoken for some time.

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. 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. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. You may kiss my hand if you like. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.'PERCY PLACE. namely.'Papa. 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. and presently Worm came in. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. Ah.''Very early.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. apparently of inestimable value. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.

 certainly. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. untying packets of letters and papers.''Love is new. For that.Well. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do.'Perhaps I think you silent too. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. Some women can make their personality pervade the atmosphere of a whole banqueting hall; Elfride's was no more pervasive than that of a kitten.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.'Have you seen the place.' she said half satirically. and talking aloud--to himself. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.''I know he is your hero. Then you have a final Collectively. was.

 They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop.' he ejaculated despairingly. agreeably to his promise.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. round which the river took a turn.' she said.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. and they shall let you in. whose sex was undistinguishable. certainly.'Ah. miss. Stephen. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction.