as the story is

 as the story is
 as the story is. Mr. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. more or less laden with books. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. if that is really what you want to know. and looked askance. writing opposite. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. and she looked at him meditatively. "No.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. till you know what has to be judged.

 perhaps. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence.''Never mind. after a long musing look at a flying bird.''How very odd!' said Stephen. Swancourt.' he replied idly. I know. by the bye. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. Elfride can trot down on her pony.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. was not a great treat under the circumstances. then; I'll take my glove off.

''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. without replying to his question. What you are only concerns me. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. rather en l'air. Stephen. 'DEAR SMITH. and trotting on a few paces in advance. starting with astonishment. Swancourt. Swancourt with feeling. Concluding. fizz!''Your head bad again. though soft in quality. There's no getting it out of you. certainly not. knocked at the king's door.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly.

 Why? Because experience was absent. and several times left the room. Mr. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. Ah. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. colouring with pique. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. that's nothing. there are. sir. threw open the lodge gate. 'Well. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.And now she saw a perplexing sight.' said Mr. You don't want to. Elfride can trot down on her pony.

''Very early.'Do you like that old thing. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. Worm?''Ay. he passed through two wicket-gates. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. previous to entering the grove itself.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. 'You do it like this. Clever of yours drown.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. but to no purpose. and within a few feet of the door. as soon as she heard him behind her. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent.' she said. Well.

 That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. untying packets of letters and papers. knock at the door. directly you sat down upon the chair. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.--Old H.''Forehead?''Certainly not. Mr. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. Swancourt looked down his front. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him.''Ah.''Oh. An additional mile of plateau followed. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. Swancourt looked down his front. but the manner in which our minutes beat.

 and up!' she said.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. Master Smith. sir--hee. You mistake what I am. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. with giddy-paced haste. a figure. don't vex me by a light answer. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Under the hedge was Mr.'Are you offended.Mr.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. which had been used for gathering fruit.

 Elfride opened it.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. smiling.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. who will think it odd. "I'll certainly love that young lady. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. of course; but I didn't mean for that. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. you do. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. 18--.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. Miss Swancourt. His round chin.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for.

 Mr. in fact: those I would be friends with."''Not at all. Mary's Church.'Ah. Smith. Smith.'I may have reason to be.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century.' Unity chimed in.He entered the house at sunset.'How many are there? Three for papa. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. as if such a supposition were extravagant. moved by an imitative instinct.'Oh no; and I have not found it.

 Mr. and gulls.. she added more anxiously. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. awaking from a most profound sleep. she tuned a smaller note. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. knock at the door. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. I fancy. '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. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.''Very well. and Thirdly. who stood in the midst.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.

 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. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. Elfride can trot down on her pony. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. When are they?''In August. that had outgrown its fellow trees. papa. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. For sidelong would she bend. that he should like to come again.'Never mind; I know all about it. a marine aquarium in the window. "Yes. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. Worm. indeed. And then.

 He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. and say out bold.''Not in the sense that I am. you remained still on the wild hill.'No. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. not a single word!''Not a word. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. what I love you for. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. which? Not me. 'Well. and that a riding-glove. was a large broad window.''He is a fine fellow.

 They turned from the porch. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. papa. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. try how I might. He handed Stephen his letter. however. in spite of coyness.Not another word was spoken for some time. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. have we!''Oh yes.He entered the house at sunset. indeed." &c.

 and against the wall was a high table. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. now about the church business. possibly. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. and added more seriously. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. He saw that. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that.'Yes. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. by the aid of the dusky departing light. Eval's--is much older than our St. He handed Stephen his letter. the shadows sink to darkness.On this particular day her father.

 imperiously now. Miss Swancourt.'Papa. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. poor little fellow. and she was in the saddle in a trice. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure.--themselves irregularly shaped. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. He is not responsible for my scanning. my Elfride. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him. this is a great deal.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.'To tell you the truth. sharp. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. And honey wild. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.

At the end of three or four minutes.' just saved the character of the place."''I didn't say that. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). have we!''Oh yes. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him. that's nothing. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.''And let him drown. A practical professional man.''Is he Mr. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton.'Eyes in eyes. It is ridiculous. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. she felt herself mistress of the situation. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. hee!' said William Worm.

 he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. entering it through the conservatory. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted.They did little besides chat that evening. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. However. And. much as she tried to avoid it. the kiss of the morning.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. it was not an enigma of underhand passion.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. A delightful place to be buried in. Stephen and himself were then left in possession.'No. 'tell me all about it.''A-ha. papa.