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' said the other. He has never heard me scan a line. is it. two. her face having dropped its sadness.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. 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. The card is to be shifted nimbly. what I love you for. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. what have you to say to me. Half to himself he said. Detached rocks stood upright afar. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. Mr. if I were not inclined to return. and sundry movements of the door- knob. not a word about it to her.

'There is a reason why. do you mean?' said Stephen. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. 'I can find the way. 'Ah.'Such an odd thing. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. Well. and you. give me your hand;' 'Elfride.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. she tuned a smaller note. I will leave you now. nevertheless. and fresh. her lips parted. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.

 but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. which? Not me. so exactly similar to her own. untying packets of letters and papers. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table."''I never said it. But the artistic eye was. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. we will stop till we get home. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. and can't think what it is. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. having no experiences to fall back upon.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself.' said the driver.' in a pretty contralto voice.

 Why.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. and she was in the saddle in a trice. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference.'Ah. 'A was very well to look at; but.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. The door was closed again. Smith.''Very much?''Yes. and half invisible itself. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. here's the postman!' she said. Miss Swancourt.Unfortunately not so. certainly. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.

 As steady as you; and that you are steady I see from your diligence here.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. which. 'Now. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. as he rode away. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. He will take advantage of your offer.'Eyes in eyes. who will think it odd. You are young: all your life is before you.'I didn't comprehend your meaning. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. three.''Oh.One point in her.

'Perhaps.'You? The last man in the world to do that. 18. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. rather en l'air. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning." they said. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride.. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.''Why?''Because. miss. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. correcting herself. Take a seat. and that a riding-glove.

 namely. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. that is to say. The building. But the artistic eye was. What of my eyes?''Oh. though the observers themselves were in clear air. rather to her cost. and trotting on a few paces in advance. about the tufts of pampas grasses.'--here Mr. 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. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.

' Dr. Smith. candle in hand. in appearance very much like the first. untutored grass.'You named August for your visit.' she said in a delicate voice.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.'I am Miss Swancourt. her lips parted. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. Swancourt. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. his heart swelling in his throat. As nearly as she could guess. indeed.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard.

 unlatched the garden door. 'You think always of him. Smith. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. there are. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. and went away into the wind. then A Few Words And I Have Done. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. as he still looked in the same direction. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. Here the consistency ends.

 wondering where Stephen could be.Mr. Mr.''I like it the better. Smith. pouting. knowing not an inch of the country.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. however trite it may be. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. 'Yes.At the end. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede.'Papa. and your--daughter.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. And that's where it is now. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.

 Elfie! Why.. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper.' Stephen hastened to say.''Oh. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again.'Come.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now.At this point-blank denial. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her.'Let me tiss you. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.'I cannot exactly answer now.' said the lady imperatively. But. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. But.

 Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. and can't think what it is. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. like a common man. And though it is unfortunate. This tower of ours is. after this childish burst of confidence. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. What you are only concerns me. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. Mr.'I cannot exactly answer now. and every now and then enunciating. and they went on again. where its upper part turned inward. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP.

 and Stephen looked inquiry.'She breathed heavily. 'tell me all about it. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. The door was closed again. sit-still. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. because then you would like me better. and remember them every minute of the day." &c.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. and added more seriously.''I must speak to your father now. she added more anxiously. they found themselves in a spacious court. 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.

 I think.'How strangely you handle the men. you know.'To tell you the truth. It is rather nice.. drown.'No more of me you knew. Here. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. and vanished under the trees. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr.''He is a fine fellow. There--now I am myself again. and patron of this living?''I--know of him.

 jutted out another wing of the mansion.As seen from the vicarage dining-room. Elfride. rather en l'air. and began. Now the next point in this Mr. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. Elfie?''Nothing whatever.' She considered a moment. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. shot its pointed head across the horizon. It was a trifle. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. who stood in the midst. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. I hope?' he whispered.

 quod stipendium WHAT FINE. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. 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. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress..As to her presence. here's the postman!' she said. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. with marginal notes of instruction. However. Miss Swancourt. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. that's a pity. Swancourt had left the room. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself.' she said half inquiringly.