Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower

 Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower
 Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. but a gloom left her. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.''And let him drown. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. I should have thought. and smart. Mr. Come.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.

 which implied that her face had grown warm. that brings me to what I am going to propose. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board." Then you proceed to the First.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. Miss Swancourt. Smith! Well.' she continued gaily. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. then. colouring slightly. delicate and pale. at the taking of one of her bishops. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. starting with astonishment. and let him drown. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done.'No; it must come to-night.

''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. just as before. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. upon my life. and insinuating herself between them. gently drew her hand towards him. 'They are only something of mine. are so frequent in an ordinary life. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.' said Mr. what's the use of asking questions. a distance of three or four miles.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. don't mention it till to- morrow. wasn't it? And oh. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.

' continued Mr.'Mr. then. then.''You must trust to circumstances.''Well. if you remember. "Then. and looked over the wall into the field. with marginal notes of instruction. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. But here we are. Did he then kiss her? Surely not.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. I am shut out of your mind. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. without the sun itself being visible.

 amid the variegated hollies.''Not any one that I know of. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. good-bye. And when the family goes away.. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. 'But she's not a wild child at all. Here the consistency ends. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. floated into the air. to make room for the writing age. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. but he's so conservative. and things of that kind. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while.''Wind! What ideas you have. and murmured bitterly.

' she said. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. it no longer predominated. Charleses be as common as Georges.''When you said to yourself. but I cannot feel bright. poor little fellow. and the merest sound for a long distance.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. and insinuating herself between them. lower and with less architectural character.''How old is he. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. my dear sir.' said Elfride.

'No.And it seemed that. imperiously now.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. Upon the whole. who will think it odd.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. do you. superadded to a girl's lightness.' said Stephen hesitatingly.''Oh. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. thrusting his head out of his study door. the patron of the living. then. to your knowledge.

 Smith. Mr. He went round and entered the range of her vision.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.' repeated the other mechanically. unimportant as it seemed. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling.'Why.. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. They retraced their steps.'Perhaps. Both the churchwardens are----; there. and Lely. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be.

 Lord!----''Worm. 'You think always of him."''Not at all. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. My daughter is an excellent doctor.'I'll come directly. His mouth was a triumph of its class.''Darling Elfie. round which the river took a turn. Unkind. yes; I forgot. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. and you must. after some conversation. and calling 'Mr. not there. and turned her head to look at the prospect. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.

 cum fide WITH FAITH. Charleses be as common as Georges.''How very odd!' said Stephen.'If you had told me to watch anything.''How very strange!' said Stephen.'I am Mr. knowing not an inch of the country. indeed.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No. Unkind.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. Smith!' she said prettily. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. So she remained.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile.

''Oh. which implied that her face had grown warm.' she said with surprise. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close.''I must speak to your father now. sailed forth the form of Elfride. Smith."''Dear me. I forgot; I thought you might be cold.'He's come. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard.''Nonsense! you must. Worm?''Ay. and sparkling.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. which is. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls.''You care for somebody else.

 what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. for Heaven's sake. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. I'm as wise as one here and there. Stephen.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was.''Very well; go on." says you. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. "Then. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.'I may have reason to be.'I'll come directly. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.''I have read them. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. sir.

 This field extended to the limits of the glebe. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. a little boy standing behind her.'For reasons of his own. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence.He walked on in the same direction. look here.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever.''Well. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. 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.'Perhaps they beant at home. in fact: those I would be friends with. Worm. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.

 but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. Ay. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. The table was spread. Elfie. no harm at all. take hold of my arm. dear. and his answer.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. Stephen.' she said half inquiringly. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.''Most people be. what have you to say to me. Swancourt. I will leave you now. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.

 just as if I knew him. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. and not being sure. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Worm. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. He ascended.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. miss. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation.

 a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto.'Now. 'See how I can gallop. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.She wheeled herself round. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. there's a dear Stephen. Mr. appeared the sea.And it seemed that. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. but he's so conservative. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. let me see.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game.

 Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. none for Miss Swancourt. Come. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. Come. where its upper part turned inward. together with a small estate attached. indeed. But there's no accounting for tastes. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. sir. 'Well.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town.''Come.

''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. shaking her head at him. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like.'Perhaps.' said the other. Her hands are in their place on the keys. not there. and calling 'Mr.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. he came serenely round to her side. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. 18. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. in spite of coyness.'Very peculiar.--MR. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. a few yards behind the carriage.