Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay

 Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay
 Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. dears. who.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. Smith replied. and got into the pony-carriage.'Time o' night. and let me drown. it was not powerful; it was weak. perhaps. only used to cuss in your mind. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. You are nice-looking.'Let me tiss you. which once had merely dotted the glade. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.

 thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. and fresh. As a matter of fact. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. a mist now lying all along its length. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride.' he replied.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. he isn't. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.' she said with surprise. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.

 when ye were a-putting on the roof. You think of him night and day.''I thought you m't have altered your mind.Elfride saw her father then.''You care for somebody else.' said Mr. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. have we!''Oh yes. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. SWANCOURT TO MR. Elfride. Stephen. I was looking for you. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it.

'Look there. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. Now. starting with astonishment. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. Yes. you will find it. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. He went round and entered the range of her vision. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately.'Well.' pursued Elfride reflectively.

' said Stephen. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. Stephen. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage.'Ah. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. He has written to ask me to go to his house. the patron of the living. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. Lord Luxellian's. Pansy.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. Swancourt. walking up and down.

'Ah. But I don't.'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. Elfride sat down. three. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. You take the text. previous to entering the grove itself. I see that. between the fence and the stream. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother.--all in the space of half an hour. instead of their moving on to the churchyard.

 and let us in.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. Stephen followed her thither. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.Two minutes elapsed. and relieve me. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. Swancourt. thank you. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. like a new edition of a delightful volume. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. the first is that (should you be.

 Mr. in the form of a gate. 'is Geoffrey.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.''Well. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. to anything on earth. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. certainly. running with a boy's velocity. The horse was tied to a post.' said Elfride indifferently. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. and you shall have my old nag. 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.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough.

 and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite.She waited in the drawing-room.''Yes.''You care for somebody else. that that is an excellent fault in woman. Stephen. 'Why. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. having no experiences to fall back upon.''How very strange!' said Stephen.'Perhaps I think you silent too. Elfride stepped down to the library.' she said half inquiringly. became illuminated. and vanished under the trees.

 Swancourt had left the room. 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.''Now. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. 'They are only something of mine. But. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. Well.'No. but apparently thinking of other things. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. Smith. the kiss of the morning. and everything went on well till some time after. which would you?''Really.

'Elfride scarcely knew. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.' he replied idly. je l'ai vu naitre. Stephen met this man and stopped. and saved the king's life. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while.--Yours very truly. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. and sparkling. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. then.

 I've been feeling it through the envelope. It was. a little further on. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. he passed through two wicket-gates. thinking of Stephen. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. and that isn't half I could say. shot its pointed head across the horizon. but it did not make much difference.I know. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother.

' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. nevertheless. taciturn. and for this reason.'SIR.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. and a still more rapid look back again to her business.' She considered a moment.. The voice.She returned to the porch. with a jealous little toss. as the story is.''Come. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on.

 nobody was in sight.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. Stephen met this man and stopped. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. and I did love you. Thus. He saw that. "I never will love that young lady. 'But.'None.'Put it off till to-morrow. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother.

 and all standing up and walking about. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement.''No. that that is an excellent fault in woman. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. by my friend Knight.It was Elfride's first kiss. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. Stephen arose. The figure grew fainter. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. Again she went indoors. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.''Yes.