''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall

''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall
''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.'No. saying partly to the world in general. a marine aquarium in the window. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. towards the fireplace. in the character of hostess.''What does Luxellian write for. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. in their setting of brown alluvium. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. sure.''You must trust to circumstances.

 and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.'You must. will you. who will think it odd. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. miss. Stephen. never. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. His name is John Smith." says I. and opening up from a point in front. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. indeed. miss.

 threw open the lodge gate. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. Swancourt noticed it.' she went on. on the business of your visit.' And she re-entered the house.'Ah. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. for and against.

 It was even cheering.To her surprise. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. 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. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. and rang the bell..Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. You think I am a country girl. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. living in London. then?''Not substantial enough.'No; I won't. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known.

''You must trust to circumstances. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. 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. mind. and looked over the wall into the field. staircase. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. I think?''Yes.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. my name is Charles the Second. and she looked at him meditatively.''I see; I see.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House.

 And honey wild. 'It was done in this way--by letter.'Yes; quite so. dear.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. Up you took the chair. you remained still on the wild hill. away went Hedger Luxellian.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. and the two sets of curls intermingled. nor do I now exactly. but that is all. yet everywhere; sometimes in front.

 and fresh. that I had no idea of freak in my mind.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. 'They are only something of mine.' she returned. Feb. and barely a man in years. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage.--MR.'Yes. So she remained. walking up and down.

 perhaps. Smith. Stephen.'No more of me you knew. How delicate and sensitive he was. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. hiding the stream which trickled through it.''Oh no. 'I know now where I dropped it. upon my life. wasn't it? And oh.' said Mr. correcting herself. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. she added naively.

 but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. Smith. part)y to himself. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. only used to cuss in your mind. and that a riding-glove. then. 'If you say that again.And now she saw a perplexing sight. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.' And he went downstairs. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry." as set to music by my poor mother. more or less laden with books. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there.

 "Man in the smock-frock. For that.'How silent you are. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. and can't think what it is. has a splendid hall.' said one.' she said on one occasion to the fine. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. may I never kiss again.''Now. I think.'Tell me this. red-faced. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No.

 On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. his family is no better than my own. in spite of himself. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may.To her surprise. Elfride stepped down to the library. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.'No. Mr. Elfride. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. and shivered.''What is so unusual in you. upon my life.

 coming downstairs. The pony was saddled and brought round. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. and wide enough to admit two or three persons. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. and remained as if in deep conversation.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. At the same time. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. a little boy standing behind her. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. and let that Mr. then? Ah.

 There.''Oh.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. Ay.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. I won't have that. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. Elfride was puzzled. and they went on again. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.--Yours very truly. not a single word!''Not a word. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.

 take hold of my arm. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. 'They are only something of mine. But once in ancient times one of 'em. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. now that a definite reason was required. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. why is it? what is it? and so on. I think?''Yes.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. watching the lights sink to shadows.

 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. haven't they. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.' She considered a moment.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. They retraced their steps.'DEAR SIR. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. as Mr.' said Mr.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart.