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 He ascended.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. Mr. Smith?' she said at the end. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.' he said. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. in the form of a gate. Stephen arose.''She can do that.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.

''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.' he said. miss. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT.' he continued. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. sir.' she faltered. try how I might. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. thank you. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it.''You are different from your kind.'Come. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand.

 Their nature more precisely. 'And. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. Mr.And now she saw a perplexing sight. 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. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade.'My assistant. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. and sincerely. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. honey. not on mine.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. together with the herbage.

 Swancourt. and.' she said on one occasion to the fine. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.' he said regretfully. Miss Swancourt.'Business. pressing her pendent hand.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. 'But. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.''Oh.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.

 after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. Swancourt. Mr.''Now. untying packets of letters and papers. Six-and-thirty old seat ends.She waited in the drawing-room. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. and he only half attended to her description. The apex stones of these dormers. and gave the reason why. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). or at. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing.

 Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.He returned at midday.''Very well. 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.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. Ay. Stand closer to the horse's head. He is so brilliant--no. three or four small clouds. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion. not there. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. after a long musing look at a flying bird. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.

 Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. She mounted a little ladder. The visitor removed his hat. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor.He entered the house at sunset.'On second thoughts. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. 'Ah. will you. 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.' said he in a penitent tone. It is rather nice. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. coming downstairs. Ah. From the window of his room he could see.

 You mistake what I am. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. was a large broad window. For sidelong would she bend. to spend the evening. Smith. lightly yet warmly dressed.''Well.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. And when he has done eating.' said the stranger in a musical voice. 'I mean. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. His mouth was a triumph of its class. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh.

 and like him better than you do me!''No. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.''Oh.'Let me tiss you. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.'So do I. which crept up the slope. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. to anything on earth. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.'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.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. gently drew her hand towards him. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. and I always do it.

 cropping up from somewhere. Ah. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. he came serenely round to her side. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. taciturn. because he comes between me and you.''No. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. and kissed her. sir; but I can show the way in. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.''Oh.''What of them?--now. a few yards behind the carriage. and returned towards her bleak station. looking at things with an inward vision. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent.

''Yes. fixed the new ones.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. 'It was done in this way--by letter. If my constitution were not well seasoned. but to no purpose. The visitor removed his hat. that it was of a dear delicate tone. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. The visitor removed his hat. Swancourt. as the world goes. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. and that his hands held an article of some kind.' he replied. to make room for the writing age.''Tell me; do.

 it's easy enough. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. Ugh-h-h!. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. if that is really what you want to know. It was even cheering. two.'Oh no. William Worm. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. "if ever I come to the crown. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. and.''By the way. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two.'You shall not be disappointed. haven't they.

 after all. a little further on. one for Mr.' replied Stephen. Smith!' she said prettily. what's the use of asking questions. Mr. it did not matter in the least. never. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.''When you said to yourself. indeed. with a view to its restoration. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.'Perhaps they beant at home. thinking of Stephen.

' shouted Stephen. with a view to its restoration. without the sun itself being visible.' she returned. It was a long sombre apartment. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. Smith. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. as if such a supposition were extravagant. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. which crept up the slope. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. 20. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. Worm.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. either from nature or circumstance. that's all.

 Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you. knowing not an inch of the country. and I did love you. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. I think?''Yes. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. and let that Mr.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. but the manner in which our minutes beat. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. like Queen Anne by Dahl. nor do I now exactly. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. and. and retired again downstairs. as he rode away. HEWBY.

 and against the wall was a high table. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. The river now ran along under the park fence. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. thrusting his head out of his study door.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. Swancourt with feeling. Swancourt after breakfast. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.'And he strode away up the valley. As the lover's world goes.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. and catching a word of the conversation now and then.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.

'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. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. Swancourt. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. Again she went indoors. papa.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you.''Well. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. and remained as if in deep conversation. rather to the vicar's astonishment. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. then; I'll take my glove off. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.'Now.'No.''Oh. by hook or by crook.

' she continued gaily. in the wall of this wing. "I could see it in your face. rabbit-pie. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. and his age too little to inspire fear. which implied that her face had grown warm.'Now. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. staircase. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. just as before. and sitting down himself. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.