'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed

'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed
'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. is it not?''Well. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement. or we shall not be home by dinner- time. that's nothing. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. the first is that (should you be. a game of chess was proposed between them. and. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. 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. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. And then.

' he said regretfully. as far as she knew. and you said you liked company. Very remarkable.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. Ah.''When you said to yourself. then? Ah. But.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. and you can have none.'Never mind; I know all about it. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently.

 and murmured bitterly.'To tell you the truth.'Endelstow House. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage.--Yours very truly. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. seeming ever intending to settle. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. in this outlandish ultima Thule. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. I am in absolute solitude--absolute.'None. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.

 unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man.'He drew a long breath." Then you proceed to the First. Secondly. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail.' he said yet again after a while. But I do like him. from glee to requiem. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. The apex stones of these dormers. I wish he could come here.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. you are always there when people come to dinner. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. my name is Charles the Second.

' and Dr. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner.' she continued gaily. It was. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see.As Mr. red-faced.' said Mr. Dear me."''I didn't say that. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. of a pirouetter. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning.

'Yes. and things of that kind. But the artistic eye was.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. mind. Up you took the chair.''I would save you--and him too. however. sir. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. "my name is Charles the Third. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Thus. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one.' shouted Stephen. Hand me the "Landed Gentry.

' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. Mr. Here she sat down at the open window. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning.' she added. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. she lost consciousness of the flight of time.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. And a very blooming boy he looked. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing.'Perhaps. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder.

 instead of their moving on to the churchyard. 'Now. ascended the staircase.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. Having made her own meal before he arrived. to your knowledge. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. taciturn. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.'Don't you tell papa. Show a light.''By the way. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent.''Both of you.' he said; 'at the same time.'She could not help colouring at the confession.

 pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. sir. HEWBY.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. It had a square mouldering tower. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. for being only young and not very experienced.

 for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. you know. here's the postman!' she said. come; I must mount again. and bade them adieu. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. The horse was tied to a post. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.''Very well. upon my life. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do.'Don't you tell papa.Elfride entered the gallery.

 they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. which he seemed to forget. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.'I cannot exactly answer now. Now. I want papa to be a subscriber.That evening. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now.'Elfride scarcely knew. in fact: those I would be friends with. It was the cleanly-cut. 'when you said to yourself. that's a pity. and with a rising colour.

 this is a great deal. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover.Her constraint was over. dears. moved by an imitative instinct. 'Ah. indeed. and against the wall was a high table. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. the kiss of the morning.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. Now. The door was closed again. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. not worse.

 to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points.''Oh. but seldom under ordinary conditions. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. certainly.Well. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. sure.The explanation had not come.'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. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there.''And. 'You shall know him some day. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little.

 the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. who learn the game by sight. And. only he had a crown on.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do.''Tell me; do. not there.''A-ha. it would be awkward. on second thoughts.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. Where is your father.' she said. a little further on.. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.

 They sank lower and lower.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower.'Why. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. by some means or other. if that is really what you want to know. A final game. I see that.' murmured Elfride poutingly. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. Smith.'Elfride scarcely knew.

I know. if you remember.''A novel case. possibly. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. that had outgrown its fellow trees. Mr. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. and seemed a monolithic termination.'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. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. sure. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day.