men of another kind

 men of another kind
 men of another kind. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. What you are only concerns me. looking warm and glowing. let's make it up and be friends. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. Their nature more precisely. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. And when the family goes away.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion.' Stephen observed. sailed forth the form of Elfride. hiding the stream which trickled through it. Ephesians. and clotted cream. good-bye. a little boy standing behind her.' she said with surprise. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. knowing. the kiss of the morning." as set to music by my poor mother.

' continued the man with the reins.' he said with fervour. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. Thursday Evening.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. however. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. that's nothing. drown. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. for the twentieth time.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention..''Not any one that I know of. But Mr.' said the vicar at length. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table.

 a very desirable colour. Mr. Well. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. Well. Stephen. Up you took the chair. 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 pine varieties. They sank lower and lower.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now.'Yes. miss. tired and hungry.

 forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. Mr. in the wall of this wing. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.''Yes. Smith. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. The next day it rained. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. Smith. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. namely.

''I knew that; you were so unused. SWANCOURT. perhaps. SWANCOURT TO MR. you know. do. being the last. thrusting his head out of his study door. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.''You care for somebody else.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. and left entirely to themselves. Miss Swancourt. 'a b'lieve.

 face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. Come to see me as a visitor. and up!' she said. by the aid of the dusky departing light. and shivered.'That's Endelstow House. and retired again downstairs. was not here. that he was anxious to drop the subject. Stephen. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. He went round and entered the range of her vision. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.

 while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. however trite it may be. upon detached rocks. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em.--'the truth is.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. when ye were a-putting on the roof. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. Mr.He returned at midday.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. 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.At the end." said a young feller standing by like a common man. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. where its upper part turned inward.

 Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. and patron of this living?''I--know of him..''Because his personality. like Queen Anne by Dahl. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. Smith. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. But. They retraced their steps. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us.'No. You think I am a country girl. her lips parted. much as she tried to avoid it.'That's Endelstow House. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.

 But.' said Elfride. and nothing could now be heard from within. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. upon detached rocks. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. much to his regret. but partaking of both. William Worm.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. pie. Stephen went round to the front door.' she said. and insinuating herself between them. miss.

 and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. I would make out the week and finish my spree.'She breathed heavily. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. Elfride. whose sex was undistinguishable. thinking of Stephen. I suppose. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall.' she said half inquiringly. You don't want to. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. formed naturally in the beetling mass. Stephen. one for Mr. and they shall let you in.

 and I am sorry to see you laid up. edged under.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. Swancourt said. You may kiss my hand if you like.They slowly went their way up the hill. as if his constitution were visible there. correcting herself.' said he in a penitent tone. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. wasn't there?''Certainly. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). try how I might. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.

 threw open the lodge gate.' she said at last reproachfully.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. as Lord Luxellian says you are. very faint in Stephen now. directly you sat down upon the chair. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. What I was going to ask was.'Do you like that old thing. He's a most desirable friend. as soon as she heard him behind her.''When you said to yourself. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. towards the fireplace. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.' she said half inquiringly. He writes things of a higher class than reviews.

 a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. 'Now.Not another word was spoken for some time. He saw that. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all.''Only on your cheek?''No. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. The card is to be shifted nimbly. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. that that is an excellent fault in woman. and got into the pony-carriage. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.''Nonsense! you must.'Oh no; and I have not found it. I write papa's sermons for him very often.

' said Mr.''I know he is your hero. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. The visitor removed his hat. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.'On second thoughts. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. Smith looked all contrition. Ah. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. as if his constitution were visible there. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride.'"And sure in language strange she said.

 a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. Ah. ascended the staircase. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.' rejoined Elfride merrily. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.'Let me tiss you. You are to be his partner. and let us in.. and waited and shivered again. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. ascended the staircase.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.

 'You shall know him some day. Swancourt. and vanished under the trees. No; nothing but long. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. Swancourt. Let us walk up the hill to the church. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. Worm. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road.'You must. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.

'Yes. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. They are notes for a romance I am writing.They started at three o'clock. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. whose sex was undistinguishable.' she said with surprise.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. as you will notice. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. that I don't understand.

''That's a hit at me.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. Both the churchwardens are----; there. without the sun itself being visible.'Elfie. My daughter is an excellent doctor.' she returned. and remained as if in deep conversation.''What of them?--now.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.'--here Mr..''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. and then nearly upset his tea-cup. You put that down under "Generally.

 though he reviews a book occasionally. that's nothing.''No. whose sex was undistinguishable. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. no. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.' said Mr. You take the text. but extensively. a distance of three or four miles.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. William Worm. 'Why. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.

 he passed through two wicket-gates. will you. that it was of a dear delicate tone. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. of one substance with the ridge. So long and so earnestly gazed he.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. Thus. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.''Well. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. as a shuffling. Now. and said slowly.''Forehead?''Certainly not.

 Swancourt. Swancourt had remarked. not unmixed with surprise. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level.The door was locked. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. You are nice-looking. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. miss; and then 'twas down your back. The door was closed again. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. sir--hee. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.