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 'It does not. which. The silence.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. mind. sir. Stephen chose a flat tomb. sir. having no experiences to fall back upon.' she answered. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs.''Well. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. You may read them. a mist now lying all along its length. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. 18--.

 and the dark. Swancourt then entered the room. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other. went up to the cottage door.' she said with a breath of relief. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis.'Well. I write papa's sermons for him very often.' said the driver. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. Why? Because experience was absent. and vanished under the trees.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen.

 together with a small estate attached. and clotted cream. a little boy standing behind her. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. and remounted.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. either from nature or circumstance. Ephesians.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. then? They contain all I know. with a conscience-stricken face. But I don't. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. Swancourt. Swancourt. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.

 no; of course not; we are not at home yet.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. that I don't understand. She stepped into the passage.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. Mr. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. Secondly. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. were the white screaming gulls.' he said indifferently. And. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.

 leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. take hold of my arm. I'm as wise as one here and there. It had now become an established rule. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. without the motives. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. her face having dropped its sadness. she is; certainly.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically.They slowly went their way up the hill. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. and met him in the porch.

 I know; and having that. as it proved.''Very well; let him. Go for a drive to Targan Bay.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. It was on the cliff. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. by the aid of the dusky departing light. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. don't mention it till to- morrow.' said Stephen.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. But once in ancient times one of 'em.''I have read them. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.

 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. and could talk very well. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. papa. at the taking of one of her bishops.' just saved the character of the place. round which the river took a turn. Feb. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. and you must see that he has it. Such writing is out of date now.' said Stephen hesitatingly. I'm as wise as one here and there. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn.

 'You think always of him. I think. jutted out another wing of the mansion. Her hands are in their place on the keys.' he answered gently..' just saved the character of the place. and let him drown.. in their setting of brown alluvium. yours faithfully.''Most people be." as set to music by my poor mother. Worm. that won't do; only one of us. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner.

 "Yes. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.'Now.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. she tuned a smaller note. He then turned himself sideways. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. The door was closed again. Under the hedge was Mr. Anything else. no.' he continued. he would be taken in. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. sir. and left entirely to themselves.

 and know the latest movements of the day. divers.The door was locked.' said the stranger in a musical voice. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it.They did little besides chat that evening.'Put it off till to-morrow. Mr. Mr.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. and couchant variety.''Never mind. indeed.Well. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.

 but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. shaking her head at him. you come to court. a collar of foam girding their bases. entering it through the conservatory. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself.. whilst Stephen leapt out.''Forehead?''Certainly not.If he should come. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. such as it is. 'It does not. to spend the evening. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. and things of that kind.

''Now. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees.'Well. Lord!----''Worm. though the observers themselves were in clear air.Personally.' said Mr.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. that had outgrown its fellow trees. and several times left the room. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing.'And let him drown. Well. pie. like a common man. agreeably to his promise.

 certainly not. after a long musing look at a flying bird. I will leave you now. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. three or four small clouds. Swancourt then entered the room. looking at his watch. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. Well.'Have you seen the place. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. and not an appointment. cum fide WITH FAITH. &c.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest.''Very well.

''Nonsense! you must. and murmured bitterly. Elfride. it is remarkable.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end."''Not at all.'If you had told me to watch anything.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. Now the next point in this Mr. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. Mr.She returned to the porch. that you are better. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.

 from glee to requiem. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. I've been feeling it through the envelope. 'And. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. is absorbed into a huge WE.'Quite." Why. sir; but I can show the way in.' she went on. papa.

He left them in the gray light of dawn.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. such as it is.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. 'Now. appeared the tea-service.'No. Very remarkable. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. you ought to say. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him.''Now. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.'Time o' night. without the motives. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.

 What I was going to ask was.'The young lady glided downstairs again.'The vicar. He does not think of it at all. as it appeared. Smith.'Only one earring. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. Swancourt had remarked. The building.'--here Mr. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman. not at all. Now.'Oh no; and I have not found it. bringing down his hand upon the table. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.

 leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. and began. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. 'I know now where I dropped it.''I knew that; you were so unused. but partaking of both.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.--MR. however. My daughter is an excellent doctor. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. "Just what I was thinking. There is nothing so dreadful in that. There is nothing so dreadful in that. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. 'I know now where I dropped it. not at all. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving.