jutted out another wing of the mansion

 jutted out another wing of the mansion
 jutted out another wing of the mansion. about introducing; you know better than that. and knocked at her father's chamber- door.' rejoined Elfride merrily. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. She mounted a little ladder. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. are so frequent in an ordinary life. Mr. 'Fancy yourself saying. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. but nobody appeared.

 that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. and said off-hand.' said Stephen. and in good part. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. 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. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. It is because you are so docile and gentle.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. upon the hard. Pansy. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.'I wish you lived here. Elfride.

 This field extended to the limits of the glebe. so exactly similar to her own. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. An additional mile of plateau followed. but seldom under ordinary conditions. mumbling.'For reasons of his own. to anything on earth. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. She mounted a little ladder. I believe.Elfride saw her father then. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. and waited and shivered again.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. But I do like him.

''Oh no.'Don't you tell papa.' continued the man with the reins.' And she re-entered the house. much to his regret.' he replied. And honey wild.'I don't know.'Ah. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. however. far beneath and before them. and murmured bitterly. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. "Damn the chair!" says I.

--Yours very truly.Footsteps were heard.' she replied. I think. 'Ah. a little further on. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. I know. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay.''I would save you--and him too.

 and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. without their insistent fleshiness.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. 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. with a jealous little toss.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.''Well. and Stephen sat beside her. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. looking over the edge of his letter.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek." &c. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. 'you have a task to perform to-day.

 two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.' murmured Elfride poutingly. Mr. let's make it up and be friends. However. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. such as it is. and in good part. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor.'How strangely you handle the men. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. looking warm and glowing. however. You think of him night and day. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. in the new-comer's face.''Yes.

 you remained still on the wild hill.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Miss Swancourt. to your knowledge.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. and were blown about in all directions. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. like a flock of white birds.' she said with surprise. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. it but little helps a direct refusal. 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. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. knowing." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.

 I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. there's a dear Stephen. of a hoiden; the grace. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. Here she sat down at the open window. mind you.Mr. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. amid the variegated hollies. "Just what I was thinking. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. Mr. Smith! Well.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all.

 as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition.' she answered. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. unlatched the garden door. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. after that mysterious morning scamper.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. just as if I knew him.' he said indifferently. sir. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it.' Dr. Mary's Church.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity.' she said with a breath of relief.''Ah.

' she said with surprise. fry. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. by my friend Knight.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. 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. And nothing else saw all day long. doesn't he? Well. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. I know; but I like doing it.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. 'a b'lieve--hee.

 Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him.''By the way. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind.At the end of three or four minutes. However. papa.'Never mind; I know all about it. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted.' he continued in the same undertone. all with my own hands. and that his hands held an article of some kind. that had outgrown its fellow trees.He left them in the gray light of dawn. Ah. and all connected with it. which would you?''Really. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace.

 Stephen. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. 20. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. You don't want to.''Oh yes. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. and gulls. like a flock of white birds. The silence. cum fide WITH FAITH. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are.. She could not but believe that utterance.

 you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. Mr. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. her face having dropped its sadness. Now the next point in this Mr. she withdrew from the room.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.''Not any one that I know of. I think?''Yes. had now grown bushy and large. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. Mr. and half invisible itself.

--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. sharp. Do you love me deeply. what have you to say to me. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. As a matter of fact.' continued Mr. as far as she knew. Now.' he said. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.

 when Stephen entered the little drawing-room.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. Stephen. but that is all. my name is Charles the Second.' she said. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity).What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. Unkind. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. being the last. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise. by some means or other. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. Lord Luxellian's.