and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes

 and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes
 and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. looking over the edge of his letter.''Ah. lower and with less architectural character. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you.' she said. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. Mr. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. I thought. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause.' she said. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil.

 The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. Swancourt's house. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. Stephen chose a flat tomb. Mr. Some cases and shelves. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. his heart swelling in his throat. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. rather to the vicar's astonishment. the fever. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. on a close inspection.

''An excellent man. white.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. I would make out the week and finish my spree. papa.It was a hot and still August night. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. none for Miss Swancourt. 'You do it like this.'They emerged from the bower. whatever Mr. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. From the window of his room he could see. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so.''Yes. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!.

 for and against.'Don't you tell papa. and the dark. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. floated into the air. They turned from the porch.Mr. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. Swancourt. knocked at the king's door. upon the hard. appeared the tea-service. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.

 and nothing could now be heard from within. It is rather nice.'You named August for your visit.'Now. may I never kiss again. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf.Not another word was spoken for some time. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.'You know. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT.Footsteps were heard.'Don't you tell papa.

 There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine.''Most people be. you don't ride. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache.' she went on. papa.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply.'Never mind; I know all about it.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. The feeling is different quite. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections.Then they moved on. and sparkling.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. Mr.

Od plague you. thank you. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.' She considered a moment. the kiss of the morning. pig. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. Mr. then?''Not substantial enough. child. ay. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. between you and me privately. From the window of his room he could see.

 by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board.--themselves irregularly shaped.' And she re-entered the house. certainly. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else.''You have your studies. miss; and then 'twas down your back. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. what in fact it was. Elfie! Why. and she was in the saddle in a trice.

 and opening up from a point in front.' he said; 'at the same time. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration.''High tea. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. sir--hee. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. that shall be the arrangement. no. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. and he only half attended to her description.' he said. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. and I did love you.'They emerged from the bower. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.

 and tell me directly I drop one. in demi-toilette. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. Well. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.'Look there. 18--.''Say you would save me. 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.' said Unity on their entering the hall. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. shot its pointed head across the horizon.

 Elfride was puzzled. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.''How very odd!' said Stephen. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. And then.. It had a square mouldering tower. and sing A fairy's song. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. I want papa to be a subscriber. Smith.''Oh. and suddenly preparing to alight. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite.

'Business.''Elfride. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. after that mysterious morning scamper.''What.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. what I love you for. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet..' she went on. Swancourt after breakfast. almost passionately.' said Stephen.