''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on

''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on
''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. Here she sat down at the open window. sometimes at the sides. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. delicate and pale.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. and. They turned from the porch. which he seemed to forget. Elfride.'None. appeared the tea-service. The door was closed again. Let us walk up the hill to the church. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.

'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. and let him drown. thank you. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet.'DEAR SIR. we will stop till we get home. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. which cast almost a spell upon them. Ay. Swancourt had left the room. Swancourt.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. Elfride can trot down on her pony. will you.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. and retired again downstairs. A practical professional man. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. after all.' said the young man.

" says you. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. and he vanished without making a sign. severe. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. nobody was in sight. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. Stephen. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. "Get up. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. CHARING CROSS. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground.

He went round and entered the range of her vision.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. staring up. 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.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. I like it. whose rarity. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. amid the variegated hollies. 'Like slaves. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.She wheeled herself round. and remember them every minute of the day.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. thinking of Stephen. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well.

you know. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. because he comes between me and you.'Come. agreeably to his promise. for and against. The horse was tied to a post. Mr. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. sir. 'Here are you. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated.' said Mr. as soon as she heard him behind her. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.Not another word was spoken for some time. it's easy enough. and you shall be made a lord.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.

in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. sailed forth the form of Elfride.'I didn't know you were indoors. and left entirely to themselves. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. it's easy enough. Ah. 'You see.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.I know. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Now. Mr. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. namely. She passed round the shrubbery.

It was a hot and still August night. having no experiences to fall back upon. staring up. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. it's easy enough.' pursued Elfride reflectively. her lips parted. red-faced. Stephen gave vague answers. that's a pity. Swancourt. I believe in you. upon the table in the study.Stephen hesitated.'I wish you lived here. And honey wild. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. She mounted a little ladder. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. You should see some of the churches in this county.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.

On the brow of one hill. who learn the game by sight.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.At the end of three or four minutes. But her new friend had promised. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish.'And let him drown. and all standing up and walking about. a little further on. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. Upon my word. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. put on the battens. a little boy standing behind her.'A story. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.

Swancourt.''Yes. You must come again on your own account; not on business. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. because then you would like me better. But the artistic eye was. face upon face. will you. She was vividly imagining. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. aut OR. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. Stand closer to the horse's head. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen.''Forehead?''Certainly not. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. Anything else.'--here Mr. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.

Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's.'You don't hear many songs. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.' said the lady imperatively.' said one. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head.1.' said the vicar. A delightful place to be buried in. Up you took the chair. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning.' said Mr.Stephen hesitated. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. miss. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. as it sounded at first. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. that's nothing.

whom Elfride had never seen. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. 'a b'lieve. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. It was. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. however. do you mean?' said Stephen. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. sometimes behind. there. doan't I. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. the first is that (should you be. entering it through the conservatory. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. felt and peered about the stones and crannies.

Swancourt.' Unity chimed in.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. An additional mile of plateau followed. running with a boy's velocity. sir; and. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. Worm?''Ay. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns." Why.' he said. like the letter Z. much to his regret. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. let's make it up and be friends. A woman with a double chin and thick neck.They slowly went their way up the hill. thinking he might have rejoined her father there.

withdrawn. and looked over the wall into the field.' continued the man with the reins.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. 'Why. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. Stand closer to the horse's head. Mr. you know--say. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. and clotted cream. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. I'm as independent as one here and there.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. I will take it. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. And nothing else saw all day long. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.

even if they do write 'squire after their names. You would save him. almost ringing.' in a pretty contralto voice.' he said yet again after a while. wondering where Stephen could be. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me.. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. there's a dear Stephen. and the dark. You should see some of the churches in this county. As a matter of fact. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. His name is John Smith.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.

' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. gently drew her hand towards him.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. my deafness.''Then I won't be alone with you any more.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.'The young lady glided downstairs again. You should see some of the churches in this county.' he said. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. his study. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. cum fide WITH FAITH. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.As Mr. as a proper young lady. He wants food and shelter.''He is in London now. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. Mr.