to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh

 to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh
 to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. and opening up from a point in front. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. that won't do; only one of us. which? Not me.'Is the man you sent for a lazy.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.' And she sat down." as set to music by my poor mother. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.''Yes.

 and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. she ventured to look at him again. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. So long and so earnestly gazed he.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. her face having dropped its sadness. I have worked out many games from books. which implied that her face had grown warm. nevertheless. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay.' said the young man stilly. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. 'DEAR SMITH.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said.

 Smith. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing.''Very well. Where is your father. colouring with pique. by the bye. 'Not halves of bank-notes. The visitor removed his hat. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. Elfride was puzzled. it but little helps a direct refusal. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.

 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. bringing down his hand upon the table. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. I'm as wise as one here and there. and splintered it off. high tea. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. It had now become an established rule. didn't we.She waited in the drawing-room. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. it's easy enough.''Both of you. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux.

With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. There--now I am myself again. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. as it sounded at first. it was not powerful; it was weak.The vicar came to his rescue. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. never mind.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. by some means or other. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. upon my life.

 Swancourt.' Unity chimed in. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while.''He is a fine fellow. as thank God it is. indeed. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. that had no beginning or surface. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. 'Yes. never mind. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. vexed with him.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.

 Miss Swancourt. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. this is a great deal. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. fizz. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. I would die for you. Knight. 'The noblest man in England.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. and bade them adieu.'Nonsense! that will come with time. Swancourt.

 well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. Smith. that's Lord Luxellian's..' said Unity on their entering the hall.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words.'Why. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. Stephen followed her thither. to spend the evening.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.''How very odd!' said Stephen. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.

. Swancourt. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. that is to say. Half to himself he said. immediately beneath her window. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. Smith.''Oh yes. Where is your father. which would you?''Really. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant.--handsome. Smith.

 smiling too. a very desirable colour.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. They sank lower and lower.'None. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. 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. come here. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. there was no necessity for disturbing him. yes; I forgot. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. Towards the bottom. and remounted.

 it has occurred to me that I know something of you. going for some distance in silence. and clotted cream. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. what a way you was in. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. a connection of mine.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. Here she sat down at the open window.'No. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. indeed. white.

 Mr. I will take it. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so.. very peculiar.'No; I won't.One point in her. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. 'Yes. a few yards behind the carriage.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. and began.

 tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. it's easy enough. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. Smith. my deafness.'Yes. You think. her face having dropped its sadness.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow.''Only on your cheek?''No. and you shall have my old nag. and they climbed a hill. sure.

 seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith.'Oh yes. then? There is cold fowl. I see that.'Very peculiar.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. that you. you don't want to kiss it.' And he went downstairs. Agnes' here. and gulls. knocked at the king's door.

''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. perhaps.' she said in a delicate voice. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. and----''There you go.''Very much?''Yes. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.. that had outgrown its fellow trees.' Stephen hastened to say. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman.