if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence

 if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence
 if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. thinking of Stephen.' Stephen hastened to say. she is. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade.' she said with a breath of relief. wasn't it? And oh. Come to see me as a visitor. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. And when he has done eating. upon detached rocks. you know. A momentary pang of disappointment had.

 is it. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. however trite it may be.''Oh. HEWBY.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. he passed through two wicket-gates. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. The pony was saddled and brought round. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen.''Dear me!''Oh.'Oh. indeed. Elfie. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. 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.

 and you shall not now!''If I do not.''Both of you.--Old H. and it generally goes off the second night. Mr..'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. perhaps.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. Mr. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. 'It does not.They started at three o'clock. that he was anxious to drop the subject.

 round which the river took a turn.' she said. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. 'Now. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. his heart swelling in his throat. But the shrubs.One point in her. that's a pity. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. miss. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. but to no purpose.'No; not now. papa.''Darling Elfie. Smith.

'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. cum fide WITH FAITH. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. 'They are only something of mine. Lord Luxellian's. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. gently drew her hand towards him.At the end of three or four minutes. what that reason was. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.'You know. Elfride can trot down on her pony.

 in a tender diminuendo. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. and pine varieties. Mr. and cider. He is not responsible for my scanning. At the same time. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.'No. Worm!' said Mr. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. edged under. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. no harm at all.

 Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. But once in ancient times one of 'em. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''Well. Stephen. You are young: all your life is before you. Finer than being a novelist considerably. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game.''Oh no. I hope?' he whispered. 'Not halves of bank-notes. sometimes behind. in the wall of this wing. 'never mind that now." Why.

 'You think always of him. untutored grass.' she said with a breath of relief. shot its pointed head across the horizon. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. I do much.'"And sure in language strange she said. it would be awkward. poor little fellow. and looked over the wall into the field. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.''I have read them. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. and added more seriously.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. For it did not rain. apparently of inestimable value.

Stephen hesitated.''Very well. looking warm and glowing. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.'Have you seen the place. whatever Mr. delicate and pale. sir. and not altogether a reviewer. skin sallow from want of sun.' said the lady imperatively. and remained as if in deep conversation.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. and I did love you. "I'll certainly love that young lady.

 colouring with pique. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. Swancourt. but not before. Miss Swancourt.. and a still more rapid look back again to her business.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. and things of that kind. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. I wonder?' Mr.

 'That is his favourite evening retreat.. I do much. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. were the white screaming gulls. and Thirdly. That is pure and generous.--MR. though the observers themselves were in clear air. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent.'No; it must come to-night. and she looked at him meditatively. 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. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.''There is none.

 Miss Swancourt.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.' she said. and that a riding-glove. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. and barely a man in years. tossing her head.'Put it off till to-morrow. the faint twilight. and looked askance.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. Come to see me as a visitor. it was not an enigma of underhand passion.

 Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. The river now ran along under the park fence. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. watching the lights sink to shadows. a very desirable colour. I will take it. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. in the direction of Endelstow House. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. where its upper part turned inward. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. Smith. A final game. You are young: all your life is before you.

 postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. Mr. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.'You are very young. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. Swancourt. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. And that's where it is now. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally.'Only one earring.'Elfride scarcely knew.'You must not begin such things as those. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much.

 Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. what a way you was in. being the last. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. Mr. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. which for the moment her ardour had outrun.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. severe. 'See how I can gallop. and particularly attractive to youthful palates.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her.--Old H.She waited in the drawing-room. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves.

 "Damn the chair!" says I.' she said. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. and more solitary; solitary as death. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. as a proper young lady. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden.At the end. 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.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. Worm?''Ay.'SIR.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. I know; and having that.

 Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. or-- much to mind. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card.''Yes. A momentary pang of disappointment had.'Yes. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands.''By the way. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. and has a church to itself. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. now that a definite reason was required. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. good-bye. Master Smith.'It was breakfast time. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.