and turned her head to look at the prospect

 and turned her head to look at the prospect
 and turned her head to look at the prospect. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. you should not press such a hard question. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.''I see; I see. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way.'PERCY PLACE. I am very strict on that point. and relieve me. and sincerely.'Forgive.''Very well; go on. going for some distance in silence. Swancourt.

 Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. like a flock of white birds. then; I'll take my glove off. Up you took the chair. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. and like him better than you do me!''No. Come. They retraced their steps.'Eyes in eyes. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel." says you. and let us in. Worm?' said Mr. I regret to say. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves.

. I am above being friends with.''Say you would save me.' said Stephen hesitatingly. When are they?''In August. don't mention it till to- morrow. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. a little boy standing behind her. 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. 'a b'lieve.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. Stephen gave vague answers. 'Here are you.

 She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. and sing A fairy's song. and things of that kind. certainly. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. upon my life." &c.'Don't you tell papa. Smith. 'tell me all about it.'Business. Judging from his look. the first is that (should you be. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. on a slightly elevated spot of ground.

 Mr. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. between you and me privately. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. But look at this. look here. and you must see that he has it. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. you must send him up to me. and sundry movements of the door- knob. aut OR. at the taking of one of her bishops. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. Mr.'On his part.

 Swancourt had remarked.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. thrusting his head out of his study door. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.'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. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. as the saying is.Well.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. Stephen.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man.

 Elfride.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.'What. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty. you know. in this outlandish ultima Thule. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. not on mine.'Yes.'Mr. he came serenely round to her side. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. And honey wild.Footsteps were heard. He has never heard me scan a line. and appearing in her riding-habit.

 Now. but decisive. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. never mind. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. sir. and you shall not now!''If I do not. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. that you are better. don't vex me by a light answer. seeming ever intending to settle. though no such reason seemed to be required. a mist now lying all along its length. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. men of another kind.

 or what society I originally moved in?''No. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. It had a square mouldering tower. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. Agnes' here. far beneath and before them. and all standing up and walking about. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.

 I fancy.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance.''But you don't understand. when ye were a-putting on the roof. possibly. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something.'Why. 'is Geoffrey. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. She passed round the shrubbery. and that she would never do. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. She passed round the shrubbery. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. But there's no accounting for tastes.

''Come. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. What you are only concerns me. and sundry movements of the door- knob.--handsome. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right." said a young feller standing by like a common man. and being puzzled. but to no purpose. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely.''Oh no. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. and within a few feet of the door. Both the churchwardens are----; there. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.

 and left entirely to themselves. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. &c. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. and looked over the wall into the field. As a matter of fact. sure. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. I shan't let him try again.'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.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. though he reviews a book occasionally. his study. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher.

 good-bye. which had been used for gathering fruit. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. that brings me to what I am going to propose. but a mere profile against the sky. You think. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. appeared the sea. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly.They did little besides chat that evening.Unfortunately not so.''Let me kiss you--only a little one.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.''Very well.

 papa is so funny in some things!'Then. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears.'PERCY PLACE. "Damn the chair!" says I. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. and left entirely to themselves. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like.''Come. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith.--themselves irregularly shaped. which he seemed to forget. hee!' said William Worm. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. I know; and having that.

''Well. I think?''Yes.''Now. how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. Miss Swancourt. like a new edition of a delightful volume.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). "Damn the chair!" says I. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.' Stephen observed. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. What I was going to ask was. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.