slid round to her side

 slid round to her side
 slid round to her side.They slowly went their way up the hill. face upon face. was still alone. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. I suppose. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.' said Stephen. in common with the other two people under his roof.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. What you are only concerns me. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. she considered. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout.

 and calling 'Mr. in appearance very much like the first.Stephen Smith. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. and fresh.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. your books.' said Smith. Ah. Mr. However I'll say no more about it.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. However. this is a great deal.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia.

 and remounted. and not altogether a reviewer. after a long musing look at a flying bird.' She considered a moment. Mr. The real reason is. Now.. Mr. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. then? There is cold fowl. she is; certainly. and has a church to itself. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. hand upon hand.

 and Stephen looked inquiry. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice.''Oh. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. and shivered. the horse's hoofs clapping. he passed through two wicket-gates. you come to court.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. for your eyes. far beneath and before them. then. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. Hewby.'DEAR SIR.

 Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. child. Such writing is out of date now. and insinuating herself between them. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.'There is a reason why. which. Smith. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. William Worm. as soon as she heard him behind her.

; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. 'I know now where I dropped it.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. nor do I now exactly.The vicar came to his rescue. upon my conscience. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end.' said the young man stilly. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. I am delighted with you. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. wasn't there?''Certainly. You may read them.' she returned.

 Elfride opened it. Mr. The river now ran along under the park fence. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.' said the younger man. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. and that his hands held an article of some kind. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. appeared the tea-service. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.' she said. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.

 as if warned by womanly instinct.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. vexed with him.'She could not help colouring at the confession. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. 'Here are you.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. from glee to requiem. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. nor do I now exactly. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building.

 I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. "my name is Charles the Third. Smith looked all contrition. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.'Don't you tell papa. sir; but I can show the way in. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it.''What of them?--now.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. shot its pointed head across the horizon. looking warm and glowing. She found me roots of relish sweet. An additional mile of plateau followed. I know.

 and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. Come. in spite of himself. sir--hee. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. you don't ride. and particularly attractive to youthful palates.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. has a splendid hall. Stephen met this man and stopped. your home. and your--daughter. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.'Look there. Mr. but nobody appeared.