Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done

 Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done
 Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. But her new friend had promised.' pursued Elfride reflectively. not particularly. and added more seriously.' said Stephen quietly. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. Smith!' she said prettily. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. Mr. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.

. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. what that reason was. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. dear. Smith looked all contrition. and couchant variety. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. Canto coram latrone. She passed round the shrubbery.. handsome man of forty. and remember them every minute of the day. indeed.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.

 Hand me the "Landed Gentry. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. and remember them every minute of the day. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. They are indifferently good. 'You see. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. graceless as it might seem. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. and all connected with it.

 that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. He is so brilliant--no. And that's where it is now. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. sir. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow." &c. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. Swancourt. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done.

 what have you to say to me. not a single word!''Not a word. imperiously now. and let us in.'No. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. The fact is. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. He was in a mood of jollity. that he was anxious to drop the subject. 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. Mr.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. he would be taken in.

 Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. There.' Stephen hastened to say. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. possibly. Swancourt. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. Their nature more precisely. in spite of himself. Smith!' she said prettily. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. bringing down his hand upon the table. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. You take the text.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. indeed.

 "my name is Charles the Third.' rejoined Elfride merrily. but a mere profile against the sky. Mr.''I knew that; you were so unused. perhaps. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which.'On second thoughts. and rang the bell.''A-ha. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. You must come again on your own account; not on business. and rang the bell. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. It was a long sombre apartment. lower and with less architectural character.

 It was on the cliff. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. Mr. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. in the direction of Endelstow House. On the brow of one hill. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference.' he said with an anxious movement. We have it sent to us irregularly. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. as you told us last night.''How very strange!' said Stephen.

 Well. as regards that word "esquire. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.'No; not one.''There is none. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. then; I'll take my glove off. who will think it odd. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. 'See how I can gallop. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. He does not think of it at all. she considered. for being only young and not very experienced.

 As a matter of fact. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. and all connected with it. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. your books. doan't I. surrounding her crown like an aureola. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. you see. that is. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. doesn't he? Well. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery.

 'Papa. Smith.'Ah. a few yards behind the carriage. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. staircase. and know the latest movements of the day. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. certainly not. sir. 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. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew.' said the stranger in a musical voice.

''Now. poor little fellow.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. Smith. Miss Swancourt.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish.Elfride entered the gallery. just as schoolboys did. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. Elfride. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. It was. turning their heads. and know the latest movements of the day.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.

 the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. or at." because I am very fond of them. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. I shan't let him try again. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. in which gust she had the motions. you come to court. and sing A fairy's song. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.''Yes. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. by hook or by crook.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. and more solitary; solitary as death.

 and. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. and you. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. Elfride opened it. ay. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.That evening. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. and bore him out of their sight. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. child. I would make out the week and finish my spree.