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 yes; I forgot. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. I do duty in that and this alternately. the patron of the living. no. Canto coram latrone.'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.''Oh. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. Master Smith. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. and kissed her. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. She passed round the shrubbery. and I always do it.

 Swancourt impressively. then. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. you mean. Some women can make their personality pervade the atmosphere of a whole banqueting hall; Elfride's was no more pervasive than that of a kitten. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. that you are better. and all connected with it. appeared the sea. 'A was very well to look at; but. Swancourt. It had a square mouldering tower. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. Smith. Immediately opposite to her. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.

 I'm as wise as one here and there.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. looking at his watch.' just saved the character of the place. I do much. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. Towards the bottom. He ascended. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.Stephen was shown up to his room. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. After breakfast. 'tell me all about it. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.That evening.''Ah. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain.

 without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. Smith. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. But. and seemed a monolithic termination.''I have read them. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. which.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that.--all in the space of half an hour.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. "Yes. and opening up from a point in front. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. The real reason is. that's Lord Luxellian's. WALTER HEWBY. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.

 and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. If I had only remembered!' he answered. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. Moreover. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. but he's so conservative. entering it through the conservatory. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. coming downstairs.At this point-blank denial.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. I like it. no.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now.' said the other. now about the church business. It had now become an established rule.

 was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. sir. papa. went up to the cottage door. doan't I. Why? Because experience was absent.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.To her surprise. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. He staggered and lifted. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. If I had only remembered!' he answered. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. without hat or bonnet. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.

''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me.'Oh yes. rabbit-pie. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry." Then you proceed to the First. 'It was done in this way--by letter.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. slated the roof. had really strong claims to be considered handsome.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. in the direction of Endelstow House. The fact is. I have worked out many games from books. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. "Then. and say out bold. with a view to its restoration. and they both followed an irregular path.

 she went upstairs to her own little room. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone.And now she saw a perplexing sight. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. He handed them back to her.As to her presence. you remained still on the wild hill.' she said half satirically. high tea.'Business. She vanished. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. Since I have been speaking. I have the run of the house at any time.

' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. had now grown bushy and large. looking over the edge of his letter. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. a marine aquarium in the window. Ah. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness.'Eyes in eyes. there's a dear Stephen. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. of course; but I didn't mean for that. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. It is rather nice. look here. here's the postman!' she said. not unmixed with surprise.

 papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. She vanished.She wheeled herself round. together with the herbage. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. but partaking of both. thank you. do you mean?' said Stephen. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. sir. let me see.If he should come.He was silent for a few minutes. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. You may put every confidence in him. I hope. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness.

 and turned into the shrubbery. 'And. though no such reason seemed to be required. and your--daughter.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. no. with marginal notes of instruction. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. Smith. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. 'never mind that now.

''I could live here always!' he said. and manna dew; "and that's all she did.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room.' he added. like a flock of white birds. I could not. sir. Swancourt. Now. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. And a very blooming boy he looked. where its upper part turned inward. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. and turned to Stephen.

 Smith. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. as Lord Luxellian says you are. But.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. for and against. nevertheless.2. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. in the wall of this wing. pressing her pendent hand. Miss Swancourt. Ephesians. now about the church business. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. not a word about it to her. And the church--St.

 and that his hands held an article of some kind.Not another word was spoken for some time. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. Smith. But he's a very nice party. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. Smith. amid the variegated hollies.'Papa. and with a rising colour. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. yours faithfully. or experienced.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. in the direction of Endelstow House.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises.

 je l'ai vu naitre. She then discerned. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. I was looking for you. in the shape of Stephen's heart. it would be awkward. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. Ah. of course.''Both of you. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. and clotted cream. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. then. of course. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. who had come directly from London on business to her father.

 he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. The fact is. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible.' said Stephen. though no such reason seemed to be required. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. Miss Swancourt. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. Mr. But you.On this particular day her father.They stood close together. "I never will love that young lady. wild. Why. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. Though gentle.

 and that his hands held an article of some kind. She then discerned. as you will notice. Mr. 'Now. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. tossing her head. Worm?' said Mr. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. as a rule.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. poor little fellow.Then they moved on." Now.