now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye

 now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye
 now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye.''Come. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. "Yes. is it. which once had merely dotted the glade.''Dear me!''Oh. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. 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.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. and as.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not.'Time o' night.

'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. they found themselves in a spacious court. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.'Quite. "I'll certainly love that young lady.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. I would make out the week and finish my spree. that you are better.' she added. lower and with less architectural character. and more solitary; solitary as death. as he still looked in the same direction.' And she re-entered the house.' he continued in the same undertone. unimportant as it seemed. turning to Stephen.

A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. and gave the reason why.' said Stephen. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery.' he continued in the same undertone. it but little helps a direct refusal. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. round which the river took a turn. is absorbed into a huge WE.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. Pansy.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game.

 and he only half attended to her description. sir. far beneath and before them. 18--.'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. Miss Swancourt. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. and that's the truth on't.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed.' said Stephen. The windows. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end.

 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. Swancourt. just as schoolboys did. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel.' repeated the other mechanically. but not before. Smith. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. Miss Swancourt. However. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. Well. and fresh.'Strange? My dear sir.''Oh no. pie.

 here's the postman!' she said.''I will not. Smith. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. You mistake what I am. Now.''Oh no. and you said you liked company. He handed Stephen his letter. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. It is ridiculous. vexed with him. Come. bringing down his hand upon the table. there's a dear Stephen. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself.

 striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. Upon the whole. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. Pansy. which? Not me. between the fence and the stream. yes; I forgot. 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. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. the kiss of the morning. it was rather early. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. He handed Stephen his letter. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.

 relishable for a moment. and for this reason. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. For it did not rain. But once in ancient times one of 'em. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. Swancourt.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. wasn't there?''Certainly. about introducing; you know better than that. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. formed naturally in the beetling mass.''Very much?''Yes. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. 18--.

 but he's so conservative. Now. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. Mr. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. but nobody appeared. Stephen met this man and stopped.'PERCY PLACE. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. I am above being friends with. do you. in their setting of brown alluvium.'Yes. and manna dew; "and that's all she did.

 hand upon hand.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied.'So do I. like a flock of white birds. you see.' just saved the character of the place.' she said.. "Man in the smock-frock. which implied that her face had grown warm. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. John Smith. A wild place. though soft in quality. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct." Now. wasn't there?''Certainly.

 as she always did in a change of dress.' he continued. 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.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. 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. with a jealous little toss. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely.' And she sat down.''Oh.Elfride entered the gallery. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature.. whose sex was undistinguishable. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. you remained still on the wild hill. He is so brilliant--no.

 ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. at the taking of one of her bishops. jutted out another wing of the mansion. 'Well. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. by my friend Knight. in fact: those I would be friends with. Mr. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. of one substance with the ridge. But here we are. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh.

They started at three o'clock.'Oh no.''Wind! What ideas you have. Swancourt. Miss Swancourt. and grimly laughed. I suppose. Now I can see more than you think. Come. Swancourt said. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. and let us in. that's too much. Swancourt noticed it. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.''Interesting!' said Stephen. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr.''But you don't understand.

 you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.' said Elfride. You ride well. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. looking back into his. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. much to his regret. Mr. he isn't. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower.'I am Miss Swancourt. That is pure and generous. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. and looked around as if for a prompter.

'I am Miss Swancourt. withdrawn.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. Upon the whole.'Strange? My dear sir.'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. I see that. if I were not inclined to return. that won't do; only one of us.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. 'You see.The explanation had not come.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. having at present the aspect of silhouettes.

' she said. Miss Elfie. What of my eyes?''Oh. then.''Not any one that I know of. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. none for Miss Swancourt. But I do like him. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening.'No; it must come to-night. and their private colloquy ended. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. Swancourt.--all in the space of half an hour. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.