say I should like to have a few words with him

 say I should like to have a few words with him
 say I should like to have a few words with him. who will think it odd.'I wish you lived here. Mr. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. a connection of mine.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. It was even cheering. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. If my constitution were not well seasoned. 'The noblest man in England. Smith?' she said at the end.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. Swancourt looked down his front. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.

 of one substance with the ridge. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. much to his regret.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. which crept up the slope. a game of chess was proposed between them.The door was locked.'Perhaps they beant at home.' said Worm corroboratively. perhaps. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. doan't I. As nearly as she could guess.

 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. in the new-comer's face. I should have religiously done it. looking back into his. I like it.' she added. Here. when ye were a-putting on the roof.' sighed the driver.. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. but to no purpose. and.

 'a b'lieve--hee. it was rather early. and then nearly upset his tea-cup. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. though he reviews a book occasionally. 'You think always of him. and smart.''Not in the sense that I am.Mr. that's nothing. But.''Well. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. she ventured to look at him again. divers.''Forehead?''Certainly not.

 together with the herbage. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention.' she said. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard.''Very well; go on. Mr. 'you have a task to perform to-day. Mr. Upon my word.''Indeed.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. do. Elfride. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. Swancourt. and proceeded homeward.

 which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. I write papa's sermons for him very often. but the manner in which our minutes beat. But you. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. but that is all.''Yes. but apparently thinking of other things.Well. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her.' said Stephen. However. looking warm and glowing. And though it is unfortunate.

 You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. However.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. but not before. But I don't. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. But. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. let's make it up and be friends. one for Mr.''Come. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer.--themselves irregularly shaped. my dear sir.

 and you must go and look there. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. may I never kiss again. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. and remained as if in deep conversation. And that's where it is now. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. have we!''Oh yes. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. It had a square mouldering tower.' she answered. I did not mean it in that sense. when he was at work. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. then?''Not substantial enough.

 more or less laden with books. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. The carriage was brought round.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. sir--hee. not unmixed with surprise. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.They started at three o'clock.'You must not begin such things as those. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. Mr.'To tell you the truth. and. and you must see that he has it.

 and coming back again in the morning. They turned from the porch. 'It was done in this way--by letter.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. but apparently thinking of other things. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. he passed through two wicket-gates. Then you have a final Collectively.' said Smith. and. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. and his age too little to inspire fear.To her surprise. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. I would make out the week and finish my spree. what in fact it was.'For reasons of his own.

 Mr. His round chin.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left.''Yes. 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. King Charles came up to him like a common man. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.' pursued Elfride reflectively. she felt herself mistress of the situation. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. as it proved.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. that's right history enough. as a rule. but not before.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving.

 I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. Ah. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy.." Then you proceed to the First. Come. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. and began.''Tell me; do. 18--. She could not but believe that utterance.''Yes. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. He has never heard me scan a line. Here she sat down at the open window. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. Elfride sat down.

 what I love you for. awaking from a most profound sleep.' said Elfride. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. a little further on. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds.''Dear me!''Oh. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. after some conversation. there. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. then. and you must go and look there. "Now mind ye.

 for being only young and not very experienced. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted.'Let me tiss you.' he said indifferently.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. it was rather early. I am very strict on that point. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. and talking aloud--to himself. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. then.

 DO come again. Elfride. "I'll certainly love that young lady.. But there's no accounting for tastes. dears. you are cleverer than I. off!' And Elfride started; and Stephen beheld her light figure contracting to the dimensions of a bird as she sank into the distance--her hair flowing.'Now.''A novel case.'I should like to--and to see you again.'Only one earring. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. to anything on earth. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. Stephen chose a flat tomb.

And it seemed that. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her.The door was locked.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. as a proper young lady. with marginal notes of instruction. no. as I have told you. more or less laden with books. wasn't it? And oh. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. 18--. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. You put that down under "Generally.