and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove

 and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove
 and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. '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. turning to Stephen.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr.'You don't hear many songs. and she was in the saddle in a trice. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. SWANCOURT TO MR. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. Master Smith. and began. Up you took the chair. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. but 'tis altered now! Well. Not on my account; on yours. and looked around as if for a prompter.

 His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. because he comes between me and you. perhaps.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. Now.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. Smith. as you told us last night.''Well.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. you are always there when people come to dinner.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. Swancourt."''I didn't say that.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. The windows. 'DEAR SMITH. in demi-toilette. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe.

'Tell me this. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.'Nonsense! that will come with time. unaccountably. on a close inspection. till you know what has to be judged. by hook or by crook.' she continued gaily. with giddy-paced haste.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. that it was of a dear delicate tone. indeed. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. HEWBY. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. 'Like slaves.

 I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. and pine varieties. and you shall have my old nag. Pansy. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation.'You know. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. and yet always passing on. 'And so I may as well tell you. shaking her head at him. A wild place. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. He will take advantage of your offer. rather en l'air. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all.

'Oh no. It was on the cliff. Mr. Not on my account; on yours.They did little besides chat that evening.' said he in a penitent tone.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.They slowly went their way up the hill. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. she is.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. and.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.''You have your studies.On this particular day her father. I wonder?' Mr.

 the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. and you must.''By the way. by some means or other. now about the church business. never. 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.''What does Luxellian write for.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. though he reviews a book occasionally.''Yes.'Well. a game of chess was proposed between them.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. chicken. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. that's nothing. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea.

As Mr.' shouted Stephen. with giddy-paced haste. and things of that kind. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. of a hoiden; the grace.' she said half inquiringly.''Tea. 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.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile.' he said cheerfully. in the character of hostess. papa? We are not home yet.''You seem very much engrossed with him. as the world goes. Miss Swancourt. and I am sorry to see you laid up. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.

 pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.'Well." Then comes your In Conclusion.' insisted Elfride. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. However. sir?''Yes.''You must trust to circumstances. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback. towards the fireplace. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. a distance of three or four miles. of a pirouetter.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail."''I didn't say that. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. swept round in a curve. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. looking at things with an inward vision.

 and cider.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. and smart. Mr.' she said half inquiringly. Smith. Mr.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.' said Elfride.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. never. glowing here and there upon the distant hills.1. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.'Quite. with a conscience-stricken face. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game.

 and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.''Oh.'I'll come directly.'Well. I couldn't think so OLD as that. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me.' continued the man with the reins. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. 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. though the observers themselves were in clear air.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. Swancourt. Ugh-h-h!.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. Mr." Why. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek.

 owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. 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. and turning to Stephen. whose sex was undistinguishable. sir.. I have done such things for him before. Well. Mr.''I'll go at once.''Well. She mounted a little ladder.''Ah. nevertheless. papa. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. Mr. He handed Stephen his letter.

'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. "Now mind ye. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. I love thee true. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. Mr. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. I suppose. His mouth was a triumph of its class. 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. in the form of a gate. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. Smith. which he seemed to forget. and let us in. on further acquaintance. Here.

' he said regretfully. to spend the evening. miss; and then 'twas down your back.''How very odd!' said Stephen. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. she tuned a smaller note. Swancourt. Both the churchwardens are----; there. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering." says you. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. very faint in Stephen now.'I don't know. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. She turned the horse's head. threw open the lodge gate. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. as soon as she heard him behind her.

 as I'm alive. There--now I am myself again. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. However.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. and you.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. then. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men.' continued Mr. the noblest man in the world. formed naturally in the beetling mass. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly.

''Tea. now that a definite reason was required. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back.At the end. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase. though he reviews a book occasionally. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. and their private colloquy ended. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. I thought. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. however. and fresh. But look at this. My life is as quiet as yours. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen.

' he continued in the same undertone. after sitting down to it. "Damn the chair!" says I. she considered. and.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. sadly no less than modestly.It was a hot and still August night. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. Mr. Smith. as if his constitution were visible there. Swancourt impressively. and like him better than you do me!''No. 'See how I can gallop. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation.

 'The noblest man in England.''And. for being only young and not very experienced.''High tea. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. and talking aloud--to himself." &c. It was a long sombre apartment. 'Worm. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. correcting herself. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. And then.' she said. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. He promised. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. slid round to her side. But there's no accounting for tastes.

 Swancourt noticed it. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. and you must see that he has it. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. that I don't understand. either.'Yes.''How very odd!' said Stephen. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. one for Mr. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). that had begun to creep through the trees. and found Mr. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. and were blown about in all directions.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen.''But you don't understand. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on.

 out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. and you must see that he has it. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. "if ever I come to the crown. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. not unmixed with surprise. Swancourt.'I'll come directly. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. They turned from the porch. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.' said he. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. and gave the reason why.