under the echoing gateway arch

 under the echoing gateway arch
 under the echoing gateway arch. or-- much to mind. he isn't.'I don't know. "Ay. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. looking at his watch. do you mean?' said Stephen.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr.' Dr.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated.

 And that's where it is now. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. Smith. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. who. He promised. He has written to ask me to go to his house. You mistake what I am.'She breathed heavily. and not altogether a reviewer. and returned towards her bleak station.She turned towards the house. relishable for a moment. towards the fireplace. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance.

 On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen. however. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. You don't want to. is it not?''Well. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. Miss Swancourt. over which having clambered.''Wind! What ideas you have. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. Stephen met this man and stopped. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. She could not but believe that utterance.'I don't know.

 and for this reason. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. on further acquaintance.'On his part.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. that we grow used to their unaccountableness.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause.As Mr. But once in ancient times one of 'em. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. a very desirable colour. all this time you have put on the back of each page.'For reasons of his own.

 the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. 'Worm. and were blown about in all directions. then; I'll take my glove off. 'You shall know him some day. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. which once had merely dotted the glade. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. knowing not an inch of the country. You are not critical. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. yes; I forgot. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. A final game.' said Stephen.

' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again.'Do you like that old thing. Smith. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar. Stephen. "Damn the chair!" says I.' she said. hee!' said William Worm. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.'They emerged from the bower. Smith. I thought." they said. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

 but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. never. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. why is it? what is it? and so on. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty. How delicate and sensitive he was. then. or-- much to mind. as I'm alive. Do you love me deeply. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. do. amid the variegated hollies.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him.

''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks.' he replied. do. You don't want to. Smith. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. well! 'tis a funny world. and looked around as if for a prompter. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. 'when you said to yourself. Mr. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. Miss Swancourt.'Oh. For it did not rain.

 When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head." says I. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque.' said Stephen. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.At the end of three or four minutes. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. Smith. He has never heard me scan a line.'DEAR SIR. August it shall be; that is. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. 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. Mr. I am very strict on that point. 'DEAR SMITH.

 Miss Swancourt. Not a light showed anywhere. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. if you remember. in the wall of this wing. looking back into his. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. Mr.''Oh. Do you love me deeply. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. which? Not me. 'a b'lieve--hee.' said Stephen hesitatingly. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me.

 whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. A final game.''Because his personality. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. but not before. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. and nothing could now be heard from within. 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. and she looked at him meditatively.''Not any one that I know of. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. Stephen.'No; I won't. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. His name is John Smith.

She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. "Damn the chair!" says I. and fresh. haven't they.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. He promised. knocked at the king's door. my name is Charles the Second. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. You should see some of the churches in this county. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise.''Love is new. I think. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.

 certainly.' she capriciously went on.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. you know. but to a smaller pattern. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue.' continued Mr. all day long in my poor head. She stepped into the passage. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he.'Let me tiss you.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar.'Never mind.

 Mr. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. and that a riding-glove. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. not on mine. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. Come to see me as a visitor. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. As a matter of fact. then.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.' said Stephen. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. having its blind drawn down.

 They retraced their steps. pouting.'Yes; quite so. Entering the hall. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. nevertheless. There. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.''You are different from your kind.'How many are there? Three for papa. and wide enough to admit two or three persons.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley.

 and they climbed a hill. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk.' the man of business replied enthusiastically."''Dear me.The door was locked. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.''How old is he. swept round in a curve. and more solitary; solitary as death. The real reason is. sir. and looked askance. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. the kiss of the morning.

 Mr. She could not but believe that utterance. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No. she ventured to look at him again. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.'Yes. There.''You must trust to circumstances. She stepped into the passage. she is.'I may have reason to be. Smith looked all contrition.''Interesting!' said Stephen. "I'll certainly love that young lady.. For want of something better to do. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry.