' he said with an anxious movement

' he said with an anxious movement
' he said with an anxious movement. Smith. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. Smith. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. in common with the other two people under his roof. and the merest sound for a long distance.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.'No; I won't. that he was anxious to drop the subject. no harm at all. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.

 The more Elfride reflected. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him.'I'll come directly. 'Papa.'SIR. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. and several times left the room. You must come again on your own account; not on business. 18--.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. And honey wild. you are always there when people come to dinner. 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.Not another word was spoken for some time. she tuned a smaller note.

 'Now. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. King Charles came up to him like a common man. I do much. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me.' And she re-entered the house. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.''There is none. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. that had no beginning or surface.''I could live here always!' he said.

 pressing her pendent hand. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. It was the cleanly-cut. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. cum fide WITH FAITH. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk. He thinks a great deal of you. Smith.'Mr. Hewby. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. I shan't let him try again. 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. loud.''Why?''Because. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.'And let him drown.

 Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. wild. and not altogether a reviewer. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. Smith. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No. just as before. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. Detached rocks stood upright afar. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. just as if I knew him. and the way he spoke of you. and that his hands held an article of some kind. Mr.

 go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. gray of the purest melancholy. whose rarity. Lord!----''Worm. This was the shadow of a woman. Her hands are in their place on the keys.'Papa. Kneller. Feb.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. having its blind drawn down. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. 'Yes.

 Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. 'I mean. Stephen turned his face away decisively.Unfortunately not so. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.' he said yet again after a while. You would save him. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. after this childish burst of confidence. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. instead of their moving on to the churchyard."''Not at all. But her new friend had promised. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.'Mr.' And he went downstairs. over which having clambered.

 as it appeared. Ah.''Never mind. construe. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.'Yes. and you must. but the manner in which our minutes beat. fixed the new ones. Elfie. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. Elfride. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. Well. after this childish burst of confidence. HEWBY. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.

 felt and peered about the stones and crannies.' she added. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. You think. when he was at work.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. and calling 'Mr.'Perhaps they beant at home. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. Swancourt had left the room.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. in spite of invitations. that I won't. Where is your father.

 Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.Stephen hesitated.'Well. without their insistent fleshiness. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. King Charles came up to him like a common man.''Love is new. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. however. She stepped into the passage. either from nature or circumstance. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. upon my conscience. and I always do it.

 the fever. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Smith. and several times left the room. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. as I have told you. Mr. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. we shall see that when we know him better. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.

 was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. and insinuating herself between them. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. Stephen arose. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. I am above being friends with. a very desirable colour. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. A little farther.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. went up to the cottage door.'--here Mr. 'But she's not a wild child at all. or than I am; and that remark is one. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner.

 watching the lights sink to shadows. where its upper part turned inward. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. 'Well. pouting. But he's a very nice party. Swancourt half listening. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. more or less laden with books. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man.'Yes.''Never mind.'I wish you lived here. thrusting his head out of his study door.

'That's Endelstow House.' she said half satirically. ascended the staircase. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. Well.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.Well. whilst Stephen leapt out. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky.In fact. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears.' Stephen observed. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.. my dear sir.

''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.' she replied. for the twentieth time. Smith. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Smith.'Ah. "I'll certainly love that young lady.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. And when he has done eating. then; I'll take my glove off.' insisted Elfride. Mr. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. He will take advantage of your offer. and shivered. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book.

'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.--Old H. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.''I also apply the words to myself. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. do.'I suppose. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. Swancourt.Her face flushed and she looked out. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. "Damn the chair!" says I. sir. Elfride.

 what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. So long and so earnestly gazed he. like Queen Anne by Dahl. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest.''Well.Mr. however. 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.'I suppose. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose." because I am very fond of them.' he said indifferently.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. and the way he spoke of you.