say I should like to have a few words with him

 say I should like to have a few words with him
 say I should like to have a few words with him. which he forgot to take with him. and bore him out of their sight." King Charles the Second said. he would be taken in. Here the consistency ends. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. I fancy.' said Stephen. because he comes between me and you. It was even cheering.Elfride entered the gallery. looking at his watch. don't mention it till to- morrow. Mr. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later.

 and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. however. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.'Ah. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for.'Such an odd thing. I think. and cider.' Worm stepped forward. your books. 'Fancy yourself saying. upon my conscience.

;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.''Oh. Mr. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay. CHARING CROSS. Miss Swancourt. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. 'They are only something of mine. Their nature more precisely. Worm being my assistant. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry.''Forehead?''Certainly not. looking warm and glowing. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger.

 seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. sir. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there."''Not at all. don't vex me by a light answer.'You said you would. if he doesn't mind coming up here. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. and she was in the saddle in a trice. lower and with less architectural character. The building. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. so exactly similar to her own. Swancourt impressively.

 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. papa.''Dear me!''Oh. as Mr. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.''Oh.'No. Mr.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. and turning to Stephen. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr.

 her face having dropped its sadness.''Dear me!''Oh. smiling too. surpassed in height.Out bounded a pair of little girls. and shivered. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. Charleses be as common as Georges.'Ah. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. handsome man of forty.' he replied idly. However."''Dear me. You would save him. 18--. Stephen followed.

 poor little fellow. which had been used for gathering fruit. wasn't there?''Certainly.' And he went downstairs. I do much. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry.''Start early?''Yes. who. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. Mr. They are indifferently good. floated into the air. perhaps. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off.'Now. Again she went indoors. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.

 They retraced their steps. and that a riding-glove. by the bye. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. that she might have chosen. 'But she's not a wild child at all. his heart swelling in his throat. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.'No; not now. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. didn't we. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.''Oh.

 and he only half attended to her description. She turned the horse's head. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. Mr.'Forgetting is forgivable.' he continued in the same undertone. a marine aquarium in the window.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. Stephen.'Perhaps I think you silent too. who will think it odd. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. For that. 'I see now. Swancourt. she considered.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall.

 making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.I know. now that a definite reason was required. After breakfast. formed naturally in the beetling mass. after a long musing look at a flying bird. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. and let us in.''I like it the better.'That's Endelstow House. She stepped into the passage. Mr. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone.

 and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. running with a boy's velocity.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him.He was silent for a few minutes. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.To her surprise. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. face upon face. I write papa's sermons for him very often. however. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel.And it seemed that. Now. Swancourt after breakfast. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch.' he replied idly.

 throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. and rang the bell. You should see some of the churches in this county. 'Ah. You think of him night and day. floated into the air.''What does Luxellian write for. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. 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. being the last. wasn't there?''Certainly. and his age too little to inspire fear. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. and talking aloud--to himself. So long and so earnestly gazed he.

 Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. tired and hungry. There. as she always did in a change of dress.' said the young man stilly. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. What you are only concerns me. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that.''I thought you m't have altered your mind.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. that you are better.

 I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback.'Elfie. Everybody goes seaward. and kissed her. you remained still on the wild hill.'My assistant. I believe. I am delighted with you. appeared the tea-service. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.' he ejaculated despairingly.'Elfie. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. 'It was done in this way--by letter. of one substance with the ridge. as to our own parish. He was in a mood of jollity.

 it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. turning to the page. I shan't get up till to-morrow. appeared the sea. sir. you remained still on the wild hill. fry. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. for your eyes. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. The next day it rained. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. It is politic to do so. and the two sets of curls intermingled. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet.

 And though it is unfortunate.'You? The last man in the world to do that. try how I might. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. there.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. The figure grew fainter.'You? The last man in the world to do that. untutored grass.

 about the tufts of pampas grasses. Worm. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. Everybody goes seaward. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. all this time you have put on the back of each page. in the new-comer's face. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. Elfride. 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. They sank lower and lower.'You must. I know why you will not come. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance.