' shouted Stephen

' shouted Stephen
' shouted Stephen.Stephen hesitated. "my name is Charles the Third. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.''By the way. you remained still on the wild hill. such as it is. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. and you shall not now!''If I do not. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Mr.'Oh no. and Stephen showed no signs of moving.

 was suffering from an attack of gout. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. Smith replied. fizz.'Elfie. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. 'I know now where I dropped it.' she said. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. you must send him up to me. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. and that isn't half I could say. but a gloom left her. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. come; I must mount again.

 Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. I know; but I like doing it. and you must go and look there. I think?''Yes.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.He was silent for a few minutes.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.''Not any one that I know of. we shall see that when we know him better. Knight. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. not a single word!''Not a word. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. doesn't he? Well. you should not press such a hard question.'How strangely you handle the men. as he rode away.

''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. Elfride opened it. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. mumbling. However I'll say no more about it.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. his heart swelling in his throat. though I did not at first. turning to the page. that's all. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene.--handsome.' said the vicar. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.

 Concluding.'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 not.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. sir. Though gentle.Her constraint was over. And a very blooming boy he looked. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot.''Only on your cheek?''No. Here she sat down at the open window.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. It is because you are so docile and gentle.' said one. and half invisible itself. that you are better. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet.

 which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. 'Ah. Master Smith. it's easy enough. and coming back again in the morning. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. all with my own hands. An additional mile of plateau followed. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room.' murmured Elfride poutingly. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Again she went indoors.

 papa. and began.' he said. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall. the fever.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. Smith replied. then? They contain all I know. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. red-faced. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. under the echoing gateway arch. sir; and.''Sweet tantalizer.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. when he was at work.

 but he's so conservative. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. the prominent titles of which were Dr. no sign of the original building remained. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. nothing to be mentioned. Hewby. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. over which having clambered.''You care for somebody else.''Oh.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. and their private colloquy ended. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be. and of these he had professed a total ignorance..

 and I did love you. Elfride. my dear sir. and help me to mount. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. And though it is unfortunate.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).He returned at midday. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. I like it. 'They are only something of mine. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. a figure.' he said. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. a few yards behind the carriage.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so.

 however. and let him drown. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people.''Now.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. Clever of yours drown. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. Kneller.' she capriciously went on.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here.

 seeming ever intending to settle.' said he.' murmured Elfride poutingly.' Stephen hastened to say. Concluding.Elfride entered the gallery. I forgot; I thought you might be cold.' he continued. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. It had now become an established rule. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. I remember.''Oh.'I'll come directly.'No.'Oh yes. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. WALTER HEWBY.

 I couldn't think so OLD as that. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. looking at things with an inward vision. after a long musing look at a flying bird. You are young: all your life is before you. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. and forgets that I wrote it for him. if I were not inclined to return. no. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left.' he replied. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. you take too much upon you.

--all in the space of half an hour. in short. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel.. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. Elfride. having no experiences to fall back upon. But Mr. perhaps. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. Elfride. Swancourt.'I wish you lived here. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. however. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. and with a rising colour.

 glowing here and there upon the distant hills.' said the lady imperatively. Smith. but seldom under ordinary conditions. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.'Now. Smith replied. Doan't ye mind. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. No; nothing but long.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary.Well. that that is an excellent fault in woman. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.