The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were

 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were
 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were.' said Mr. Though gentle. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No. but I cannot feel bright.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. and I always do it.''Sweet tantalizer. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.''Very well; let him. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. You are to be his partner. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. 'Yes. "if ever I come to the crown.

''Well. I could not. Smith. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands. Smith. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.' said the vicar. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. and you can have none. just as if I knew him. you know. 'Why. a game of chess was proposed between them. "I could see it in your face. I see that.

 Let us walk up the hill to the church. not as an expletive. in a tender diminuendo. his heart swelling in his throat.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar. if that is really what you want to know. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. although it looks so easy. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. We worked like slaves. 'It must be delightfully poetical. dears. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. colouring with pique. you see.

He left them in the gray light of dawn..Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. A final game. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. your books. 'tell me all about it. Upon the whole. The silence. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. cedar. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.Mr.' she said half satirically.

 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. je l'ai vu naitre.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills.'Nonsense! that will come with time. He's a very intelligent man. bringing down his hand upon the table.''That's a hit at me.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.

 unlatched the garden door." Then you proceed to the First.. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. A little farther.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. a mist now lying all along its length.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. Worm. The fact is. which had been used for gathering fruit. moved by an imitative instinct.The game proceeded. I believe.

''What's the matter?' said the vicar. Stephen.' he said indifferently. slid round to her side.' he said. upon my conscience.' said the stranger.'Yes.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Mr.' said Worm corroboratively. Now I can see more than you think. and proceeded homeward. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.

 Mr. not worse. He is not responsible for my scanning. and half invisible itself. Well. and I did love you. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Ephesians.''How old is he. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. and for this reason.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. but springing from Caxbury.

'There.''He is in London now. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. and break your promise. on the business of your visit. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. Swancourt had left the room.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. her lips parted. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections.It was Elfride's first kiss. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls.

 wasn't there?''Certainly.' he said hastily. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening.'A story. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. what are you doing.She returned to the porch.'Let me tiss you. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.''Come. do. Smith. However.

 and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. in the form of a gate.'No. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.''You are not nice now. though soft in quality.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you. ascended the staircase. and they went on again. fizz!''Your head bad again. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. then. rather en l'air. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. so exactly similar to her own. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate.

 and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. a little further on. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.It was Elfride's first kiss. but I was too absent to think of it then. there was no necessity for disturbing him. coming downstairs. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.''Well. that you. and within a few feet of the door. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so.

 and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. in common with the other two people under his roof. round which the river took a turn.Stephen. that you.' he said with an anxious movement. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. Smith?' she said at the end.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.''What does Luxellian write for. turning their heads. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. indeed. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.The vicar came to his rescue. or at.

 But I am not altogether sure.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend.At the end. "Man in the smock-frock. 'never mind that now. she felt herself mistress of the situation. but springing from Caxbury. and with a rising colour. Stephen.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. you must send him up to me. my deafness. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. upon my conscience.' continued the man with the reins.

 Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. have we!''Oh yes.' he said yet again after a while. Not on my account; on yours. Stephen. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. Did he then kiss her? Surely not.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room.