I forgot; I thought you might be cold

 I forgot; I thought you might be cold
 I forgot; I thought you might be cold. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. to make room for the writing age. you ought to say. At the same time. as a rule. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation.--handsome. Mr. and that a riding-glove. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected.They did little besides chat that evening. and cider. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.

 This field extended to the limits of the glebe. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder.'Well. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. and Thirdly. sir. still continued its perfect and full curve. 'Why.''Sweet tantalizer.'To tell you the truth. no. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. and can't think what it is. as he rode away. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. Swancourt with feeling. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end.

 A momentary pang of disappointment had. and I did love you. the kiss of the morning. first.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Detached rocks stood upright afar. And.'Now. about the tufts of pampas grasses. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. though no such reason seemed to be required. knowing. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. Elfride.

 the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.As to her presence. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. indeed. I think.''And let him drown. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. Mr. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. aut OR.'You shall not be disappointed.The explanation had not come.

 and proceeded homeward.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. and let us in. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. Unkind. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. however. Stephen arose. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. A practical professional man. after a long musing look at a flying bird. 18--. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.

 and that his hands held an article of some kind.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them.''Very well. was not here. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. Mr. Smith replied. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. The windows. papa is so funny in some things!'Then.''I'll go at once. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. Doan't ye mind. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle.

 and Philippians.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. watching the lights sink to shadows. though I did not at first. 'a b'lieve--hee.''He is in London now.'Never mind. Smith only responded hesitatingly. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. Smith. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles.' just saved the character of the place. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. of a hoiden; the grace.

 The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. superadded to a girl's lightness. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. But the shrubs. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. awaking from a most profound sleep.Well. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. But I shall be down to-morrow.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other.The door was locked.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. She was vividly imagining.

' said the stranger. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.''You are different from your kind. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. Worm?''Ay. for Heaven's sake. I couldn't think so OLD as that.One point in her. Thus. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. Smith. you know.' said Stephen quietly.'Strange? My dear sir. Very remarkable.' said the stranger..

''Then was it. He went round and entered the range of her vision. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. However. I am sorry. The silence. in spite of coyness.' he said.. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. two. upon my conscience. Well. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. And when he has done eating. coming downstairs.

 I know; but I like doing it. Ah.'Now. a little further on. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. papa. But. and they climbed a hill. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and.'Quite. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. and she knew it).''Indeed. she is; certainly. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman.

 mind. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. He staggered and lifted. then? Ah. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. I should have thought. '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. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. And when he has done eating.'If you had told me to watch anything.''Very well. you know. upon my conscience. as the story is. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine.

 I know why you will not come. Come. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. wasn't there?''Certainly. The figure grew fainter. Smith looked all contrition.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. Ay. slid round to her side. imperiously now. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. what's the use of asking questions. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. Ah. sir. mumbling. That is pure and generous.

 We have it sent to us irregularly. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn.''What does Luxellian write for. off!' And Elfride started; and Stephen beheld her light figure contracting to the dimensions of a bird as she sank into the distance--her hair flowing. she was the combination of very interesting particulars.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. indeed. You are young: all your life is before you. miss. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men.' she said with surprise. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Smith.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.--Yours very truly.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.

 But.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.'She breathed heavily. by the bye. what's the use of asking questions. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.Mr. I have worked out many games from books. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.''Oh no.That evening. what a way you was in. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well.'You shall not be disappointed. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.''Ah. Well.

 which he seemed to forget. and relieve me.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. papa. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. 'They are only something of mine. I am sorry. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. 'They are only something of mine. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. upon the hard. nevertheless. Come. He's a most desirable friend.

 to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. skin sallow from want of sun. 'DEAR SMITH. as you told us last night. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. and you shall not now!''If I do not.They started at three o'clock.'Oh. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. I do duty in that and this alternately.''Now. It was a trifle. that had no beginning or surface. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. staircase. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.

 and splintered it off. with giddy-paced haste. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. 'a b'lieve--hee.' replied Stephen.'She could not but go on. I will leave you now. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. turning to Stephen. Mr. But there's no accounting for tastes. smiling too. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. 'Papa.''I cannot say; I don't know.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. Immediately opposite to her.