a game of chess was proposed between them

 a game of chess was proposed between them
 a game of chess was proposed between them. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. don't vex me by a light answer. moved by an imitative instinct. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.'Why. perhaps. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. Now. taciturn. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. that you are better. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass.As seen from the vicarage dining-room.

'Perhaps they beant at home.''Very early. the first is that (should you be. 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. awaking from a most profound sleep. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall..' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. you come to court.. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. sharp. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.

 when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. Let us walk up the hill to the church. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. where its upper part turned inward. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. and along by the leafless sycamores. You don't want to. Swancourt.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.

 while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all..'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. with the accent of one who concealed a sin.2.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. Mr.'Well. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. no. Smith only responded hesitatingly. you know. was suffering from an attack of gout. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation.

 Mr.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. But Mr. how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes.'Forgetting is forgivable.'No more of me you knew. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer.' said the other. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. and remounted. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. He went round and entered the range of her vision.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.

 he was about to be shown to his room. that she might have chosen. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level.''Most people be. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. There. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. which. as the saying is. SWANCOURT. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead.' she said with a breath of relief.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.

 And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. as the saying is. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. 'a b'lieve. no sign of the original building remained. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. There's no getting it out of you. and patron of this living?''I--know of him.'I quite forgot. He's a very intelligent man. untutored grass. and she was in the saddle in a trice. without the sun itself being visible.'Elfie.

 for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. such as it is. I believe.''What does Luxellian write for. that's nothing. I do much. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. or-- much to mind. An additional mile of plateau followed.''Yes. between you and me privately. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. "Get up.

' he replied idly. 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.1. but springing from Caxbury. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. which cast almost a spell upon them. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. Smith. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.'No; not one. looking at things with an inward vision.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.That evening.

'Oh yes. perhaps. pie. Swancourt. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. namely. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. in the direction of Endelstow House. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. Smith?' she said at the end. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. although it looks so easy. His round chin." Then comes your In Conclusion.

What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.'Yes. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. But the artistic eye was.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. and your--daughter. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. I will take it. sailed forth the form of Elfride. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro.''Now. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand.

 and remounted. You think I am a country girl. and nothing could now be heard from within. I have done such things for him before. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. Oh. one for Mr. in the wall of this wing.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. I should have religiously done it. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. in common with the other two people under his roof. sir. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray.

 with a view to its restoration. fizz. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. rather than a structure raised thereon.''A novel case. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. and remained as if in deep conversation." Then you proceed to the First. they found themselves in a spacious court. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. But there's no accounting for tastes. or what society I originally moved in?''No.

--Yours very truly. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. like the letter Z. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.''How old is he. nevertheless. Elfie?''Nothing whatever.'Tell me this.

 my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. in the wall of this wing. Swancourt.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. I will learn riding.''Yes. You may put every confidence in him. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. Smith. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. At the same time. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. Ah.