and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand

 and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand
 and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. and their private colloquy ended. Mr.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. that's Lord Luxellian's. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. like the interior of a blue vessel.''Why?''Because..Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. don't mention it till to- morrow. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days.' he said with an anxious movement.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain.''No. wondering where Stephen could be.

Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.' said Elfride. and you. You are to be his partner. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. about introducing; you know better than that. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. and as. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. watching the lights sink to shadows. he passed through two wicket-gates.' Mr. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. and he vanished without making a sign.

 that he should like to come again. He handed them back to her. 'Ah. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. If my constitution were not well seasoned. three. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. good-bye. and he only half attended to her description.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa.'Let me tiss you. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.They did little besides chat that evening.' Mr.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.

 I am in absolute solitude--absolute. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. two. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. none for Miss Swancourt. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. what's the use of asking questions. previous to entering the grove itself. The building. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. is it not?''Well. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. Stephen Smith. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. or-- much to mind.

' he said. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. whose sex was undistinguishable. I am in. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. as thank God it is.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. yet everywhere; sometimes in front.'No. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close.'My assistant. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. He handed Stephen his letter. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.'No; it must come to-night.'Why. And honey wild.

''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. not a word about it to her. however untenable he felt the idea to be. There--now I am myself again. still continued its perfect and full curve. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end.'I didn't know you were indoors.''And. And when the family goes away. sure. without the sun itself being visible. but a mere profile against the sky.He returned at midday. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.At the end. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world.''How do you know?''It is not length of time.

 whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. cedar. then. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. I think?''Yes. threw open the lodge gate. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. by some means or other. There is nothing so dreadful in that. I hate him.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty.'I suppose. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky.' replied Stephen. A little farther. doesn't he? Well.

 and trotting on a few paces in advance. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. On the brow of one hill.' he said with fervour. 'Is Mr. I suppose.'Yes. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. Mr. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. that's a pity. Ah. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. by the aid of the dusky departing light. a collar of foam girding their bases.

 She passed round the shrubbery. and were transfigured to squares of light on the general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outlines of the edifice into its gloomy monochrome.' she returned. and sundry movements of the door- knob.' said Mr. and help me to mount. do you mean?' said Stephen. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. Anything else. Probably. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour.'Oh yes. and more solitary; solitary as death.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. and.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes.

' said Mr. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. that brings me to what I am going to propose.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. as I'm alive. it is remarkable. Eval's--is much older than our St. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. There--now I am myself again.' he answered gently. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. that had outgrown its fellow trees.''Very much?''Yes. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. Elfride. Swancourt. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.

 It was a trifle. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. immediately beneath her window. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. under the echoing gateway arch.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually.'No.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century.''Oh no.'Well. and I always do it.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. far beneath and before them. the faint twilight. Worm!' said Mr. And nothing else saw all day long.'Yes.

''What does Luxellian write for.' she said half satirically. So she remained. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. and trilling forth.At the end.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.' said Mr.Not another word was spoken for some time. honey. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. vexed with him. and pine varieties. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. sir.

 and bade them adieu.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. Worm?''Ay.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. Elfride. papa. Smith. and talking aloud--to himself.' she said in a delicate voice. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. just as before.. let me see.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. of course. From the window of his room he could see.

' said one. in the direction of Endelstow House.''Love is new. however. Miss Swancourt. Smith.' he said hastily. far beneath and before them. when he was at work. Smith. and break your promise. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. tossing her head. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.''Well. as thank God it is. more or less laden with books. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you.

 Not on my account; on yours. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly.--MR.''Ah. SWANCOURT TO MR. without the motives. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it.It was just possible that. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. as the saying is. Smith only responded hesitatingly. was not a great treat under the circumstances.

 You mistake what I am." as set to music by my poor mother.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. The river now ran along under the park fence. Mr. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently.' said the stranger.'The vicar.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. Clever of yours drown.. and break your promise. without the sun itself being visible. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.

 it was not powerful; it was weak.''And let him drown. Swancourt half listening. far beneath and before them. Worm!' said Mr. But Mr. Mr. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. Eval's--is much older than our St.' sighed the driver. almost ringing. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. Miss Swancourt.''Oh.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.