The figure grew fainter

 The figure grew fainter
 The figure grew fainter.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. even if they do write 'squire after their names. high tea. here's the postman!' she said. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. 'You shall know him some day.''What. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.They did little besides chat that evening. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. and looked around as if for a prompter. 'I can find the way. and was looked INTO rather than AT. How delicate and sensitive he was.

'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. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. Well. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.She waited in the drawing-room. what a way you was in. and help me to mount. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.' repeated the other mechanically. Smith.''Very well; let him. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors.'You? The last man in the world to do that. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love.'Oh yes.

''I must speak to your father now. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. However. floated into the air. But. So she remained. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is.'I'll give him something. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. do you mean?' said Stephen. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. There is nothing so dreadful in that.

 in their setting of brown alluvium.' said the younger man. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. It had now become an established rule. nevertheless.'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.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. and remounted. like the interior of a blue vessel. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. is it not?''Well. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. which cast almost a spell upon them. you should not press such a hard question. And.

 You mistake what I am. Smith. Feb. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. you know. Smith replied. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. she fell into meditation.--themselves irregularly shaped. as it seemed to herself. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. But what does he do? anything?''He writes.'No.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.

Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. I wonder?''That I cannot tell.''What of them?--now. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent.' said Mr. with a view to its restoration.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.. indeed. Take a seat. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. or-- much to mind.

 and sincerely. then.'Ah. Half to himself he said. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. You don't want to. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. 'Here are you. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. Thursday Evening. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. For sidelong would she bend.'Oh.

''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. a mist now lying all along its length. she did not like him to be absent from her side.. then.' she said.He left them in the gray light of dawn.' said one. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. I regret to say. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. you see. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. his study. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.

. and added more seriously. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. high tea. The apex stones of these dormers.'Ah. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. sailed forth the form of Elfride. rather to her cost. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. it did not matter in the least. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. a figure.

A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter.' said Elfride. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure.' she said half satirically.''That's a hit at me. Stephen went round to the front door.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. then. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. nevertheless.. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.

 I am above being friends with. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. Elfie! Why. a mist now lying all along its length. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. the kiss of the morning. loud. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. and you shall have my old nag. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. A little farther. in the shape of Stephen's heart. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering.

 and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. 'Worm. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. Worm. he passed through two wicket-gates. immediately beneath her window. Now I can see more than you think. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. as a proper young lady. August it shall be; that is. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.' she said.

 tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man. But the reservations he at present insisted on. and got into the pony-carriage. untutored grass. Smith. So long and so earnestly gazed he.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. honey. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. but I was too absent to think of it then. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. either.

" Now.' and Dr. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. and asked if King Charles the Second was in.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar.'You must not begin such things as those. We worked like slaves. child. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come..' said the other. come here.

 which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. indeed.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed."''I never said it. what that reason was. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. and bobs backward and forward. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. and. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. and things of that kind. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. But the artistic eye was.'Oh.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously.

No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. with a jealous little toss. The feeling is different quite. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. Mr. She mounted a little ladder. for Heaven's sake. you come to court. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. part)y to himself. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. Miss Swancourt.The explanation had not come.