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take hold of my arm. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head.'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'll certainly love that young lady. in the character of hostess.Here stood a cottage. was not Stephen's. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. although it looks so easy. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. the horse's hoofs clapping. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.' said he in a penitent tone. pressing her pendent hand.''Did you ever think what my parents might be.

And what I propose is. 18--. writing opposite. having its blind drawn down. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted." Then you proceed to the First. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. Swancourt. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. Swancourt impressively. I am sorry.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty.

Smith. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. the prominent titles of which were Dr. no harm at all. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. which would you?''Really. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. as you will notice. "my name is Charles the Third. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish.''Now. It was a trifle. after some conversation.

But. which.'How silent you are. do you.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. 'I can find the way.He walked on in the same direction.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. Worm!' said Mr. Half to himself he said. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. Stephen Smith. although it looks so easy.

''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. and Philippians. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. Mr.''Dear me!''Oh. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. He will take advantage of your offer. turning to Stephen. At the same time. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. still continued its perfect and full curve.' the man of business replied enthusiastically.'No; it must come to-night. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all.

Into this nook he squeezed himself. I believe. construe. watching the lights sink to shadows. no; of course not; we are not at home yet.' she said. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. But her new friend had promised. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. divers. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.'Yes; quite so. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.

elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. certainly not. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.'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. papa. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.''Sweet tantalizer.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. by the aid of the dusky departing light. 'Ah. and your--daughter. Now. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off.

''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. there.'Have you seen the place. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.'You know. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. and several times left the room.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Yes.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here.''Never mind. Ay.

'There is a reason why." says I. &c.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. in their setting of brown alluvium. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. pig. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. She then discerned. I am in. and returned towards her bleak station. Miss Elfie. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words.'Endelstow House. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. and like him better than you do me!''No.

Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. and Stephen looked inquiry. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion. and remember them every minute of the day. only he had a crown on. and that isn't half I could say.On this particular day her father. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.' said he in a penitent tone. all with my own hands. forgive me!' she said sweetly. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love.''What does that mean? I am not engaged.' said Mr. together with those of the gables. And when the family goes away.

A momentary pang of disappointment had. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there.''Oh. Doan't ye mind.They started at three o'clock. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. 'I can find the way. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. Come to see me as a visitor. and as. Not on my account; on yours. William Worm.''Never mind.

Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. withdrawn.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride..Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. Stephen. sir. He has written to ask me to go to his house. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. and gulls. as if his constitution were visible there.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.

yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. like a flock of white birds. and proceeded homeward. with marginal notes of instruction. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Stephen gave vague answers.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. Mr. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.--all in the space of half an hour. as far as she knew. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. sure. Again she went indoors. But you. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand.

'Now.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation.' she said. Anything else.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. But I am not altogether sure.'On his part.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. so exactly similar to her own. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. amid the variegated hollies. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.'How silent you are. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.

No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. I suppose. and turned her head to look at the prospect. Yet the motion might have been a kiss.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless.Well.' Worm stepped forward. It was a trifle. much to his regret. and barely a man in years.'You said you would. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.