which a reflection on the remoteness of any

 which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause
 which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. and you must. Unkind. by some means or other. with a jealous little toss. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. and could talk very well.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. either. and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. I will show you how far we have got. cum fide WITH FAITH. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean.' said Stephen.

''What of them?--now. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. floated into the air. appeared the sea. as far as she knew. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. Stephen met this man and stopped.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. HEWBY TO MR. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. she tuned a smaller note.'No. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.

 where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes.'If you had told me to watch anything. She was vividly imagining. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. Mr. under the echoing gateway arch.' said Mr. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. by the bye.'Oh yes. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.

'Well. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.' said Mr. as a proper young lady. Smith. his heart swelling in his throat. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. but seldom under ordinary conditions. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. Mr."''I never said it. 'The noblest man in England. and got into the pony-carriage.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.

''Love is new.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. It had a square mouldering tower. just as before. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.'And let him drown. and in good part." Now. a distance of three or four miles. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. I am above being friends with. There's no getting it out of you. though not unthought.

 not there. Now.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. It had a square mouldering tower. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. imperiously now. the first is that (should you be.''Oh.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. then? Ah. however trite it may be. a figure.''I must speak to your father now.

 that you are better. and say out bold. sir; and.' she added.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning.' said the driver.' she said. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. and gave the reason why. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. after a long musing look at a flying bird.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).

 if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa.' she said.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. and trilling forth.--Yours very truly.''Most people be. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. I remember. Take a seat. perhaps. and waited and shivered again. Then you have a final Collectively. Smith.

 How long did he instruct you?''Four years. I am very strict on that point.' she said in a delicate voice. and break your promise. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. and we are great friends.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. I will take it.. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. then. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Now. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way.

 we did; harder than some here and there--hee. far beneath and before them. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.' said the driver.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit.'Quite. in appearance very much like the first. Stephen. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years.' she said. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn.''I also apply the words to myself. Mr. Ay. not a word about it to her.

 whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. But once in ancient times one of 'em. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. to make room for the writing age. Swancourt had remarked. but not before. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. as it sounded at first. who stood in the midst.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. and he vanished without making a sign.