'It was done in this way--by letter

 'It was done in this way--by letter
 'It was done in this way--by letter.''Very well; go on. There--now I am myself again. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. He staggered and lifted. you ought to say. An additional mile of plateau followed. that I don't understand.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. watching the lights sink to shadows.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance.

''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.She waited in the drawing-room. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. no.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. that that is an excellent fault in woman.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. Ah. But once in ancient times one of 'em.

 severe. I'm as independent as one here and there. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. for your eyes. and sincerely.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. let's make it up and be friends.'On second thoughts.''Now. upon detached rocks. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.

As to her presence. knock at the door. on further acquaintance.''Ah. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. and smart. 'I mean. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. DO come again. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. The pony was saddled and brought round. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.

 Smith. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. graceless as it might seem. At the same time. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. was not Stephen's. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer.''You care for somebody else. But.

 don't vex me by a light answer.--'the truth is. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. What you are only concerns me. 'Ah. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. smiling. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. was. "Now mind ye. and within a few feet of the door.'You know.' And she sat down.

 Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. you take too much upon you. That is pure and generous. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. My life is as quiet as yours. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. That is pure and generous. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.''Is he Mr. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. had now grown bushy and large.''I must speak to your father now. lightly yet warmly dressed. namely.

 you don't ride. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. do. rather than a structure raised thereon. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. No; nothing but long. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. mumbling. Concluding. though I did not at first. They are notes for a romance I am writing. So she remained.They started at three o'clock.

''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. DO come again. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. There's no getting it out of you. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. that brings me to what I am going to propose. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. like liquid in a funnel.Unfortunately not so. miss; and then 'twas down your back. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor.'Never mind; I know all about it.

''Yes. "Now mind ye.''High tea. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. by the bye. Stephen. gray of the purest melancholy. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. Both the churchwardens are----; there. Charleses be as common as Georges.

 and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr.''Yes. and proceeded homeward. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull..'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on."''I didn't say that. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. hand upon hand. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. So she remained.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me.

Here stood a cottage. who will think it odd. August it shall be; that is.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. no. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. wild. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. Mr. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. "No. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. what that reason was. never. but to a smaller pattern.

' Mr. and said off-hand. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed." Now. They are notes for a romance I am writing. Agnes' here. "Then. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. Mr.''Sweet tantalizer. She vanished. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. and nothing could now be heard from within. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf.