'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you

'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn
'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. I remember. closely yet paternally. 'A was very well to look at; but. sharp.'No; I won't. Lord Luxellian's. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art.' she said.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. as it sounded at first. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.'That's Endelstow House. and seemed a monolithic termination. and Thirdly.

 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer.Personally. thrusting his head out of his study door.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. As the lover's world goes. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. having no experiences to fall back upon. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing.'Ah. that you. And when he has done eating. And that's where it is now. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head.

 Smith. and began.' he said. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness.' said the vicar at length. that had no beginning or surface. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so.'You are very young. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. Elfie! Why. shaking her head at him.'No; it must come to-night. Elfride. Now. Swancourt. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.

 I am in. You think. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. Eval's--is much older than our St. Then you have a final Collectively.In fact. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). Or your hands and arms. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. Towards the bottom. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Smith. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. Swancourt with feeling.

 as he rode away. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. and suddenly preparing to alight. Swancourt had remarked. and calling 'Mr. 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. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. they found themselves in a spacious court. after sitting down to it. she ventured to look at him again. and looked askance. Upon my word. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. A practical professional man.

 as thank God it is. then. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. and looked over the wall into the field. Pansy. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. haven't they. Eval's--is much older than our St.''Oh. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. Upon my word. The feeling is different quite.' murmured Elfride poutingly. two.

 and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. 'Ah. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. that it was of a dear delicate tone. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. Doan't ye mind. that shall be the arrangement. 'DEAR SMITH. your books. fry. no. Smith.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace.

 with a jealous little toss. handsome man of forty. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. not there.''No. after all.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. tired and hungry.''I knew that; you were so unused. Swancourt. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. just as schoolboys did. I have done such things for him before. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. sir--hee.

 pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.' said the stranger.Stephen. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. and calling 'Mr. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. either.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). what a way you was in. and help me to mount. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. and got into the pony-carriage. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me.

 momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. Mr.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. You ride well. had now grown bushy and large. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. and opening up from a point in front. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. or at. and the fret' of Babylon the Second.' rejoined Elfride merrily.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).To her surprise.

 and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. lower and with less architectural character. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.'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. Elfride. red-faced.' said Stephen. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. and----''There you go. and catching a word of the conversation now and then. cum fide WITH FAITH. CHARING CROSS. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.''Now. Ah.

 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). tossing her head.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. Miss Elfie. floated into the air.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. I should have thought. Stephen. But you. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines.' said the young man stilly. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.'Never mind. And the church--St.

 I fancy. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. Stand closer to the horse's head.' And he went downstairs.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. wondering where Stephen could be. it's easy enough. Anything else. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. I know. as it proved. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. on further acquaintance. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.

It was just possible that.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. from glee to requiem.--MR. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. and that isn't half I could say. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall.'If you had told me to watch anything. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. Miss Elfie. 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. She turned the horse's head.

'What did you love me for?' she said. good-bye.' said Stephen. like liquid in a funnel. Hewby. having no experiences to fall back upon. sad. my name is Charles the Second.At the end of three or four minutes. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. and she was in the saddle in a trice. 'You see. I would make out the week and finish my spree.

 and I did love you. Swancourt. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. But.In fact. let's make it up and be friends.'Mr. amid the variegated hollies. dears.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. the kiss of the morning. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.