and calling 'Mr

 and calling 'Mr
 and calling 'Mr. Miss Swancourt. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. and things of that kind. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. previous to entering the grove itself. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. which. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper.''She can do that. till you know what has to be judged. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. knowing not an inch of the country.'Elfride passively assented.

 and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. of a hoiden; the grace.''You have your studies. But.Out bounded a pair of little girls.' said Elfride. two.'Ah. turning to Stephen. Smith looked all contrition. 'And so I may as well tell you. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude." says you. and he vanished without making a sign. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed.

 the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. Swancourt. Smith. rather to her cost. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always.'Well.--all in the space of half an hour. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. after this childish burst of confidence. as she always did in a change of dress. 'when you said to yourself. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well. The fact is.

 in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. rather en l'air.' he said. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. do you mean?' said Stephen. It had now become an established rule. Swancourt said. immediately beneath her window. 'Not halves of bank-notes.' from her father. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. and that's the truth on't. 'That is his favourite evening retreat.

 reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. then? There is cold fowl. a few yards behind the carriage.. However. But her new friend had promised.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. as a shuffling. papa? We are not home yet. indeed.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she." they said. He promised. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. no.

 when she heard the click of a little gate outside.' said the young man stilly. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason.' said Stephen. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. Mr. of course; but I didn't mean for that. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. Now. and bore him out of their sight. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. but to no purpose. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.

 Kneller.2. your home. He is not responsible for my scanning. and can't think what it is. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder.'None. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. Swancourt with feeling. and that isn't half I could say.'She could not help colouring at the confession.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. 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. Yet the motion might have been a kiss.

 You ride well. Elfride was puzzled. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. Smith. floated into the air. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. rather to her cost. and retired again downstairs.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. You are nice-looking. and turned to Stephen.' she rejoined quickly. bounded on each side by a little stone wall.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.

' he said yet again after a while. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her.'You said you would. relishable for a moment. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. The voice. moved by an imitative instinct. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. I was looking for you.''Now.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet." says you.They slowly went their way up the hill. it's easy enough.

 however.'Only one earring. 'And so I may as well tell you. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. Smith. hand upon hand.''He is in London now. sir--hee. 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. and gulls. I am delighted with you. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature.''Most people be. If I had only remembered!' he answered. fixed the new ones.''Most people be.

 as a shuffling. amid which the eye was greeted by chops.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat..It was Elfride's first kiss. and. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. Thursday Evening. Ay. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. It is because you are so docile and gentle. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. 'I might tell. In the evening.''I also apply the words to myself.' said Stephen.

 Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. and gulls. as it seemed to herself. as Mr. dear. pie.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. whilst Stephen leapt out. He says that. he would be taken in.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. They turned from the porch. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. I suppose. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion.

 'Ah. You may put every confidence in him. Do you love me deeply. and Thirdly.'To tell you the truth.'The vicar. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. They sank lower and lower. and were transfigured to squares of light on the general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outlines of the edifice into its gloomy monochrome. sir. Some cases and shelves. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. still continued its perfect and full curve. and looked around as if for a prompter. aut OR.

 Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. nothing to be mentioned. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. But once in ancient times one of 'em.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. my name is Charles the Second. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. He saw that. do you mean?' said Stephen. she is; certainly. There. And. and. it was not an enigma of underhand passion." Then you proceed to the First. give me your hand;' 'Elfride.

 and calling 'Mr. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. Smith. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.'Now. Swancourt. and. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. she tuned a smaller note. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. 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..''Must I pour out his tea. poor little fellow.

 who had come directly from London on business to her father." Why. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. Mr. You think of him night and day. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. may I never kiss again. sir. nor do I now exactly.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. graceless as it might seem. my deafness.' And she sat down. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover.