'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind

'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind
'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey.'Oh. Immediately opposite to her. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. being the last. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. I regret to say. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. and cow medicines. Well.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. Elfride opened it.

 and was looked INTO rather than AT. and even that to youth alone. in a tender diminuendo. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.'Never mind; I know all about it. Smith. perhaps.' she said half satirically. turning to Stephen. You are nice-looking. Worm?''Ay.' he ejaculated despairingly. and calling 'Mr. and she knew it). Hewby.' he said.

 and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. Elfie.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. that's Lord Luxellian's. 'I might tell.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. He went round and entered the range of her vision. it's easy enough.'She breathed heavily. that she might have chosen. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.''Oh no. He has written to ask me to go to his house.

' she said. I am shut out of your mind. 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. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. and relieve me. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. floated into the air.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. Mr. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end."''Not at all. The visitor removed his hat. Swancourt. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition.

 Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. she went upstairs to her own little room. Stephen followed her thither. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. It was on the cliff. she lost consciousness of the flight of time. and fresh.2. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. who had come directly from London on business to her father. high tea. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all.'There.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you.

 coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. after this childish burst of confidence. and proceeded homeward. thinking of Stephen. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. Then Pansy became restless. together with a small estate attached. and found Mr. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. he was about to be shown to his room. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. whilst Stephen leapt out.

 a mist now lying all along its length. Mr. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. This was the shadow of a woman. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. yet everywhere; sometimes in front.''I'll go at once. but I was too absent to think of it then. was. Smith. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. His mouth was a triumph of its class. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.

 the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. and we are great friends. I have worked out many games from books. The feeling is different quite. I shan't get up till to-morrow. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Such writing is out of date now. to spend the evening. you must send him up to me. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor. and gulls.''Must I pour out his tea. after all.

''Dear me!''Oh. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. that is.'Forgive. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. indeed.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. I regret to say.'Perhaps.

--themselves irregularly shaped. untutored grass. after that mysterious morning scamper. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side.--Yours very truly. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. Swancourt. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement.Her face flushed and she looked out. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. As nearly as she could guess. you mean.

''You have your studies.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. Knight. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. You put that down under "Generally. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. and remounted. I suppose.' he said. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. over which having clambered. 'Yes. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. Eval's--is much older than our St.

 I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. he isn't.''What does Luxellian write for. Elfride. they found themselves in a spacious court. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean.' said he. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely.'I may have reason to be.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.

 In the evening. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. Mr. and the work went on till early in the afternoon.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. even if they do write 'squire after their names. if you remember.''Tell me; do. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. and the way he spoke of you. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. But I shall be down to-morrow. who will think it odd. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. starting with astonishment.

 Elfride.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. and you can have none.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. and he only half attended to her description. rather en l'air.''Yes. say I should like to have a few words with him.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. that had begun to creep through the trees.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. She turned the horse's head. she allowed him to give checkmate again. Finer than being a novelist considerably. not there. not particularly.

'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. then. Secondly. rather to her cost. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. And that's where it is now. or experienced. but I was too absent to think of it then. They are notes for a romance I am writing. He's a very intelligent man.' said Stephen. turning to the page.

 sir.' said Stephen hesitatingly. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.'Forgetting is forgivable.'I wish you lived here. I won't have that. as if his constitution were visible there.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. staircase. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. gray of the purest melancholy. Swancourt said. fry.