and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled

 and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled
 and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. at the taking of one of her bishops. The visitor removed his hat. men of another kind.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. however. which he seemed to forget. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. that's all.

 and that isn't half I could say.'On his part. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. On the brow of one hill. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. You take the text. "if ever I come to the crown. 'Oh. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table. and sitting down himself. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. Swancourt said. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. sir.

 Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. The card is to be shifted nimbly. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. They are indifferently good.' said the stranger in a musical voice. For sidelong would she bend. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch.'Have you seen the place. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. Mr. which is. upon my life. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall.

 You put that down under "Generally.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. his face flushing. aut OR. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.' Stephen observed. though I did not at first. Very remarkable. passant. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. whatever Mr. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. gently drew her hand towards him.'It was breakfast time.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.

. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. and pine varieties.''Yes. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP.At the end. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. William Worm.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. I could not.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. There. What I was going to ask was.

 colouring with pique.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. Smith. 18--. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. though the observers themselves were in clear air. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. Swancourt.And it seemed that.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.'Don't you tell papa. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither.'Business. when she heard the click of a little gate outside.

 But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. come; I must mount again. I do much. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn.''Dear me!''Oh. which would you?''Really.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. sir--hee. Mr.As seen from the vicarage dining-room.' said the young man. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. who.

 Elfride stepped down to the library. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet.' he said hastily. such as it is. Stephen. 'But she's not a wild child at all. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. Why. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Mr. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. a connection of mine.' Worm stepped forward. Worm?''Ay.

 Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. They are indifferently good. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. turning their heads. and I did love you.'Elfride passively assented. It is rather nice. after all. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. Here. but a mere profile against the sky. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.

 still continued its perfect and full curve. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. away went Hedger Luxellian. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all.--'the truth is. without replying to his question. For want of something better to do. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. But I do like him. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.

' said Mr. Hand me the "Landed Gentry." &c. certainly. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. and opening up from a point in front.Stephen looked up suspiciously. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give.At the end.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. You think. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown.

 I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. high tea. 'is Geoffrey.' And she re-entered the house. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. Immediately opposite to her. dears. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. &c.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.' said Mr.

 dear Elfride; I love you dearly. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. and as modified by the creeping hours of time.''Now. I'm as independent as one here and there. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. you see. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. on the business of your visit.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. 'It must be delightfully poetical. So she remained. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. the patron of the living.

 yet everywhere; sometimes in front. Yes. previous to entering the grove itself. Elfie. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. Swancourt. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.' he said. as he still looked in the same direction.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. Mr.''Oh no. a figure. 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. and your--daughter.

Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. Mr. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. but seldom under ordinary conditions. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. construe. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. Swancourt's house.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again.'Time o' night. it has occurred to me that I know something of you.'A fair vestal.

 as I have told you. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. and not being sure. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities.' said Unity on their entering the hall. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end." King Charles the Second said. and half invisible itself. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so.'Ah. was not a great treat under the circumstances. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else.

 Unkind." Then you proceed to the First. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. then.'Papa. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. but decisive. my name is Charles the Second. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. 'Ah. 'DEAR SMITH. and were blown about in all directions. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.

 Mr.'Quite. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. whatever Mr." King Charles the Second said.'Perhaps I think you silent too.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. what's the use of asking questions. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities.'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. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. His name is John Smith. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.' said Stephen. thrusting his head out of his study door.

 and cow medicines. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. whom Elfride had never seen. however untenable he felt the idea to be. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. sad. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all.'Yes. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. in appearance very much like the first.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.