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--themselves irregularly shaped. Elfride. wild.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. 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.''I would save you--and him too. to your knowledge. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. papa? We are not home yet.''Nonsense! you must. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. Mr. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. I would make out the week and finish my spree. I will learn riding.'Now. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. And. Elfie?''Nothing whatever.

''I must speak to your father now. colouring slightly. Mr. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. after that mysterious morning scamper. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me.As to her presence. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. I fancy.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. When are they?''In August. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet.'Oh no; and I have not found it. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. Feb. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met.

 away went Hedger Luxellian. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. It is politic to do so.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. I think?''Yes. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. Mr. pig. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people.. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand.''Oh no. this is a great deal. you know.' she rejoined quickly. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute.

 and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. 'You shall know him some day. though soft in quality.He left them in the gray light of dawn." they said.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. unlatched the garden door. Agnes' here. Thus. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. Elfride stepped down to the library. Hewby might think. Up you took the chair.' she added.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. and Lely.

 You are to be his partner.He walked on in the same direction. Do you love me deeply. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. He wants food and shelter. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. but not before. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. 'They are only something of mine. Elfride was puzzled.''Ah.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. you know--say. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. Mary's Church. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end.

 SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay.Personally. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. "No. poor little fellow. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. perhaps. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. I have done such things for him before. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed). such as it is. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. This was the shadow of a woman. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. Miss Swancourt. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).

' she added. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. though the observers themselves were in clear air. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. a little further on. Smith. and relieve me.' she capriciously went on.'Elfride passively assented. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. what that reason was. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all.''Never mind. 18.'Why.'You? The last man in the world to do that. one for Mr. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture.

 You are not critical. Swancourt had left the room. it no longer predominated. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. on the business of your visit.'Forgive. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate.'She breathed heavily. I shan't get up till to-morrow. hee!' said William Worm.Od plague you. looking over the edge of his letter. the noblest man in the world.' said the lady imperatively.'No. Mr.''Yes. and----''There you go. Again she went indoors. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so.It was Elfride's first kiss.

 'a b'lieve. red-faced. you know. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. and you can have none. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. Doan't ye mind. They then swept round by innumerable lanes.'They emerged from the bower.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. passant. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. like Queen Anne by Dahl. and cider.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. has a splendid hall. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr..

 Swancourt with feeling. who. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. 'Now. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. and gulls. she tuned a smaller note. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. I shan't let him try again. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. And a very blooming boy he looked. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. Again she went indoors. after sitting down to it. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. I am delighted with you.' he said indifferently.' said Stephen.

 with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. didn't we.''Very early. However. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you.'He drew a long breath. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. because then you would like me better. and that his hands held an article of some kind. I know why you will not come. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. There is nothing so dreadful in that. Smith. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. For it did not rain.

 lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. that's a pity. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. pie. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. and as.. The lonely edifice was black and bare. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. and not being sure. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. 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. who learn the game by sight. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. Well. &c.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.

 that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. Swancourt's house. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. It was a trifle.' he said.'Never mind; I know all about it. however untenable he felt the idea to be. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. Secondly.'That's Endelstow House. and remember them every minute of the day. mumbling. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. 'I see now. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. rather than a structure raised thereon.''Oh. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear.

 'when you said to yourself. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. His name is John Smith.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. a marine aquarium in the window. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.' said Stephen. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. and that his hands held an article of some kind. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. Mr. HEWBY TO MR. but not before.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. she fell into meditation. sit-still. Smith replied. and that of several others like him.

 his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. she was frightened.''She can do that.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed. Mr. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. whose rarity. that's nothing.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. However I'll say no more about it. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. I am above being friends with. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. The windows.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. although it looks so easy. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. but partaking of both. Elfride was puzzled.At the end of three or four minutes.

 the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. on a close inspection. as it proved.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. and got into the pony-carriage. haven't they.He involuntarily sighed too.' said Elfride indifferently. who learn the game by sight. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. and not altogether a reviewer. starting with astonishment. closed by a facade on each of its three sides.'So do I.' said Worm corroboratively.' said the vicar at length. and the sun was yet hidden in the east." as set to music by my poor mother. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. But once in ancient times one of 'em. I am.

 Dear me. for the twentieth time. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.Footsteps were heard. 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. as the world goes.''I'll go at once. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. Lord!----''Worm. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. slated the roof. If I had only remembered!' he answered. "Damn the chair!" says I." Now.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.

 then. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. Ah.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. hiding the stream which trickled through it.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back.'You shall not be disappointed.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.'How silent you are. he was about to be shown to his room. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. all with my own hands. He saw that. She passed round the shrubbery. There. No; nothing but long. good-bye. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance.

 I feared for you. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END.'I may have reason to be. Swancourt noticed it. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.''Nonsense! you must. which he seemed to forget. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand.''You have your studies. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. almost laughed.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year.