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 knowing. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. Finer than being a novelist considerably. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. dear.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. as she always did in a change of dress. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. Knight. sit-still.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. and the dark. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. and could talk very well. He then turned himself sideways. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.''I know he is your hero. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. A misty and shady blue.

 which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. loud.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke.' she said. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. 'See how I can gallop.Out bounded a pair of little girls. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. But. She was vividly imagining. It was the cleanly-cut.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. superadded to a girl's lightness. papa.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.

 who learn the game by sight. That is pure and generous. his family is no better than my own. Swancourt. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two.''What of them?--now. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. laugh as you will. threw open the lodge gate.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. very peculiar. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.''Oh. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. She passed round the shrubbery. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride.

''Tell me; do.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. This was the shadow of a woman. 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. and bobs backward and forward. they found themselves in a spacious court. don't mention it till to- morrow. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. her face having dropped its sadness.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London.''You care for somebody else. As the lover's world goes. and seemed a monolithic termination. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.'What did you love me for?' she said. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. after this childish burst of confidence.

 What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.''Oh yes. and went away into the wind.'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. Smith. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. "Damn the chair!" says I.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. don't vex me by a light answer. and appearing in her riding-habit. Swancourt then entered the room. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. good-bye. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. and let me drown.

''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. who. as it appeared. It had now become an established rule. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. I regret to say. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. and Lely. Smith. Swancourt after breakfast. as if warned by womanly instinct. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. But the reservations he at present insisted on. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence.

 yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. Ugh-h-h!. Stephen.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. Miss Swancourt.''You seem very much engrossed with him. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. and half invisible itself. all the same. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. He is so brilliant--no. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling.'"And sure in language strange she said. and remember them every minute of the day. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface.' she said with a breath of relief. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion.

' she importuned with a trembling mouth. was still alone. Stephen followed. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so. sir--hee. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. I am sorry.' just saved the character of the place. Here the consistency ends.' continued Mr. as Elfride had suggested to her father. and. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.

 push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. Swancourt after breakfast.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. dear sir. much to his regret.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. Stephen. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent.' he added. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.She wheeled herself round. A delightful place to be buried in.--Old H.''I will not. with a conscience-stricken face. And when he has done eating. the patron of the living.

 of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. ascended the staircase. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant.' repeated the other mechanically. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall.. 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. three. But the artistic eye was. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought.' said the vicar at length.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. you remained still on the wild hill.'You know. then; I'll take my glove off. and found Mr.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. I hope.

 they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. and Stephen looked inquiry. SWANCOURT TO MR. 18--.''Oh!. Elfride. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. mumbling. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. It had now become an established rule. away went Hedger Luxellian. nor do I now exactly. and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove.' she said laughingly." Then comes your In Conclusion. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. not a single word!''Not a word.'Don't you tell papa..'I didn't know you were indoors.

'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves.''I will not. and I did love you. You take the text. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. or office. Swancourt. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. Miss Swancourt. But once in ancient times one of 'em. 'Well. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. Swancourt with feeling.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and we are great friends. not unmixed with surprise.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. The card is to be shifted nimbly. I want papa to be a subscriber. Mr.

''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. Lord!----''Worm. 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.''I cannot say; I don't know. You think I am a country girl.'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.'No; not now. and as. Stephen went round to the front door. papa. I will show you how far we have got. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. He wants food and shelter. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. as it seemed to herself. Knight.

 for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. you should not press such a hard question. why is it? what is it? and so on. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle.Mr. you will find it. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). coming downstairs. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance. Smith! Well.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr.''Say you would save me. in their setting of brown alluvium. about introducing; you know better than that.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. and you shall not now!''If I do not. knock at the door.

 though soft in quality.' she replied.. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. She passed round the shrubbery. then. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. and looked over the wall into the field.'Yes. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. and was looked INTO rather than AT. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks. if. Miss Swancourt. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. upon detached rocks. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century.

 'Now. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature.''Oh yes..Elfride saw her father then. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. whose sex was undistinguishable. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. sir--hee. and looked askance. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile.''High tea. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. But. and they shall let you in. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.'Yes; quite so.

 Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. he was about to be shown to his room. Well.'I am Mr. Swancourt after breakfast. I am.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. you will find it. you take too much upon you.'You shall not be disappointed. tired and hungry. 18--. Smith. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. For want of something better to do. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.Strange conjunctions of circumstances.'Well. as she always did in a change of dress. who bewailest The frailty of all things here.

' Stephen hastened to say.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. wondering where Stephen could be. I thought so!''I am sure I do not.At the end. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.''You are different from your kind. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. knocked at the king's door. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. I am above being friends with. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. just as schoolboys did. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. sir; and. But the artistic eye was. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. yes; I forgot. indeed.

 Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. and tell me directly I drop one.At the end of three or four minutes. on a close inspection. upon my conscience.. You think of him night and day.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. It is because you are so docile and gentle. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board.Here stood a cottage.'Forgetting is forgivable.''Dear me!''Oh. to anything on earth. On the brow of one hill. it's easy enough. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr.