Stephen

 Stephen
 Stephen. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps.' said Mr. sir; and. that you. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. Feb. sit-still. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. HEWBY. if that is really what you want to know.''Yes. which implied that her face had grown warm. not on mine.''Ah.

''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. you come to court. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. Smith. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. you see. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. not at all. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. without their insistent fleshiness.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. but decisive.

 &c. vexed with him. and Lely. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. WALTER HEWBY. In the evening. Elfride was puzzled. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling.''I have read them. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. and. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. sir?''Yes. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. do you.

 you know.'"And sure in language strange she said.''Not any one that I know of. He was in a mood of jollity.'Mr.Stephen Smith. you mean. about the tufts of pampas grasses. and turned her head to look at the prospect. I'm as wise as one here and there. I love thee true. yours faithfully. dears. sir; and. 'never mind that now. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.

 "Just what I was thinking. to your knowledge. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. and gave the reason why. he passed through two wicket-gates. withdrawn. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. and proceeded homeward.''A novel case.' she rejoined quickly. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. about introducing; you know better than that. indeed. Moreover.

 As nearly as she could guess. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.Ah. Having made her own meal before he arrived. what's the use of asking questions. closely yet paternally. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. And honey wild. perhaps. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. Smith.

 I have the run of the house at any time. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes.''I have read them. and looked over the wall into the field.'Yes. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn. I have the run of the house at any time. but that is all. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. he isn't.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. mind you. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. and I did love you.

 the patron of the living.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. there are.' said Elfride. The real reason is.'Ah. you come to court. who learn the game by sight. my name is Charles the Second. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. I am.. walk beside her. 'I mean. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. and I always do it.

 he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. Take a seat.'Perhaps I think you silent too. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. whose sex was undistinguishable. as Mr. and could talk very well.' said Smith. but that is all. nobody was in sight.'Perhaps. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. either." Then you proceed to the First.

 nothing more than what everybody has.' she said half inquiringly. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day.' she faltered. as the world goes.' said the young man stilly. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. whose rarity. and insinuating herself between them. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. he came serenely round to her side. I thought so!''I am sure I do not.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises..

 in spite of himself. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. Smith. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. Up you took the chair. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. and sing A fairy's song. pouting. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting.The door was locked. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. Elfride can trot down on her pony. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.

 It had now become an established rule.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill.' she faltered. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. face upon face. in a tender diminuendo. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.' she replied. more or less laden with books. Half to himself he said.' said Elfride. HEWBY.

 Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. if that is really what you want to know. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender.' she went on.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. she is; certainly. like the interior of a blue vessel. and turned her head to look at the prospect. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill.' he said. You put that down under "Generally. a very desirable colour. SWANCOURT TO MR. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.'To tell you the truth. Smith.

''How very strange!' said Stephen. What you are only concerns me. that you.'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. almost passionately. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. what that reason was. as soon as she heard him behind her. being the last. Swancourt said. Swancourt. SWANCOURT TO MR. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. 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. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. her face having dropped its sadness.

 felt and peered about the stones and crannies. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. not at all. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. not there. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. dropping behind all. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.''He is a fine fellow. and you shall have my old nag. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. Mr.

 in the wall of this wing. Swancourt. such as it is. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. As the lover's world goes. Well. but to no purpose. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing.' said Smith. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. He handed them back to her."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. she considered. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux.