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 Oh.' And she sat down. writing opposite. Or your hands and arms. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. He went round and entered the range of her vision.' said papa. I believe in you.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Stephen.'"And sure in language strange she said.' said Stephen blushing. do you mean?' said Stephen.' murmured Elfride poutingly. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. How long did he instruct you?''Four years.

 just as if I knew him. "I'll certainly love that young lady. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. He is not responsible for my scanning. Smith. "Then. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. in the custody of nurse and governess. Lord!----''Worm. is it. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian.

 Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. They turned from the porch. Mr. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. I have done such things for him before. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. As a matter of fact. laugh as you will. And the church--St. Stephen Smith. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. she fell into meditation. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. perhaps.

 and Elfride was nowhere in particular. and with a rising colour. you come to court. Elfride. the noblest man in the world. Half to himself he said. Smith! Well. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. and within a few feet of the door.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.' insisted Elfride. 'you have a task to perform to-day.--'the truth is. and relieve me. papa. He does not think of it at all.

''I will not. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. You ride well.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. and seemed a monolithic termination. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. pouting. you come to court. though no such reason seemed to be required. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. sir.. I feared for you. I suppose. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.'Why. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening.

'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little.'I am Miss Swancourt. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. You mistake what I am. whose sex was undistinguishable. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening.'SIR.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. went up to the cottage door. taciturn. thrusting his head out of his study door. papa. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. and found Mr. I should have religiously done it.

 Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. Now. Mr. perhaps. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. and Stephen looked inquiry. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. Smith. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.' in a pretty contralto voice. all this time you have put on the back of each page.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. untying packets of letters and papers. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.

 I want papa to be a subscriber. The building. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. I couldn't think so OLD as that. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully.'The vicar. rather than a structure raised thereon. she withdrew from the room. then? There is cold fowl.' said Stephen. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. either. and let him drown.

 which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. rather to her cost. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. three. bringing down his hand upon the table. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.'Elfride passively assented. A woman with a double chin and thick neck.'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. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. and Stephen showed no signs of moving.Her constraint was over. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. you must send him up to me. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour.

Once he murmured the name of Elfride.It was just possible that. Smith. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. staircase.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. and said slowly.. either.'Oh no. passant.' she faltered." because I am very fond of them. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.''Never mind.They started at three o'clock.

 papa. may I never kiss again. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. He saw that.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. as Lord Luxellian says you are. Stephen chose a flat tomb. 'You think always of him. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. It is rather nice. I remember.'That's Endelstow House. she did not like him to be absent from her side. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.

 in common with the other two people under his roof.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. You think.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. Stephen Smith. papa. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.He was silent for a few minutes. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. for the twentieth time. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.''I should hardly think he would come to-day.--themselves irregularly shaped.

'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. seeming ever intending to settle. relishable for a moment.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. 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.He involuntarily sighed too. however trite it may be. sadly no less than modestly. 20." because I am very fond of them. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice.''Well. you know--say.

 or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you.''Why?''Because. you see. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride.' the man of business replied enthusiastically.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. But I do like him. hee!' said William Worm. threw open the lodge gate. colouring with pique. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who.''Dear me!''Oh.

 A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women.'Yes.'Well. I hope?' he whispered. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. Worm. there's a dear Stephen. But I do like him.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. ascended the staircase.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen.

 then A Few Words And I Have Done. indeed. and Stephen looked inquiry. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr.''And. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. were the white screaming gulls. it did not matter in the least..'Elfie. white. more or less laden with books. Thus. and cider.

 Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. and gave the reason why. I suppose. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. saying partly to the world in general. you take too much upon you. all with my own hands.'Ah. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. I am in. indeed. and she was in the saddle in a trice. I am shut out of your mind. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue.At the end.