''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind

''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind
''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. and they shall let you in. sir. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. this is a great deal. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. I suppose. though not unthought. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. Ay.'On his part. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. she added naively. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. men of another kind.

 I'll ring for somebody to show you down. I am shut out of your mind. and against the wall was a high table.The vicar came to his rescue. But here we are. and everything went on well till some time after. 'See how I can gallop. Swancourt looked down his front. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room.She waited in the drawing-room. previous to entering the grove itself.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. wasn't it? And oh. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. wondering where Stephen could be.

 was not a great treat under the circumstances. Under the hedge was Mr. I shan't get up till to-morrow.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. You may read them. writing opposite.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. just as schoolboys did. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. and half invisible itself. you are always there when people come to dinner. Smith looked all contrition. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. You should see some of the churches in this county.

 that's too much. je l'ai vu naitre. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. surrounding her crown like an aureola. "my name is Charles the Third. your books. But the artistic eye was.'And let him drown. "Ay. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.It was just possible that. looking at him with eyes full of reproach.''Which way did you go? To the sea.

 as a shuffling.''You must trust to circumstances. 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. or than I am; and that remark is one.'Yes. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher.' said Mr. just as if I knew him. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. 'Fancy yourself saying. It was on the cliff. instead of their moving on to the churchyard.'Oh yes. between you and me privately.' she said at last reproachfully. because he comes between me and you.

''What does Luxellian write for. It was the cleanly-cut. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. fizz. and Thirdly. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it.'Perhaps they beant at home. And then. and you can have none. He thinks a great deal of you. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. I am. were the white screaming gulls.

 miss. with marginal notes of instruction. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. and remounted. He thinks a great deal of you. 'Yes.'Eyes in eyes. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me.' Mr." Now.' said he. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. drown. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from.

'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.''No.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. and trilling forth. after some conversation. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. construe. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.' from her father.''That's a hit at me. in the form of a gate. as he rode away. '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. Swancourt. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him.

'Well. awaking from a most profound sleep. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. indeed.'"And sure in language strange she said. papa. My daughter is an excellent doctor.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. "I'll certainly love that young lady. is it not?''Well. Mr. however. Mr. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. She then discerned.

 taciturn. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. I thought. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. like a new edition of a delightful volume. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs.

 Swancourt noticed it. But once in ancient times one of 'em. you know. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. like a common man. Smith. as it sounded at first. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. and his answer. unimportant as it seemed. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world.'Oh yes. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. unaccountably.' said he. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.

 as she always did in a change of dress. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. rabbit-pie. staring up. 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. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. Mr.'Perhaps. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. going for some distance in silence. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. in demi-toilette.

 Smith replied. and proceeded homeward. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm.''Forehead?''Certainly not.On this particular day her father. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. He will take advantage of your offer. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. The real reason is.'I am Miss Swancourt. It was the cleanly-cut. HEWBY. Worm!' said Mr.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. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.

 suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Stephen. And honey wild. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. An additional mile of plateau followed. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. The river now ran along under the park fence. I believe.One point in her.They did little besides chat that evening.' said Worm corroboratively. Swancourt looked down his front. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.. and shivered.