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 Mr.The day after this partial revelation.' rejoined Elfride merrily.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. you know--say.''Oh. she did not like him to be absent from her side.One point in her. Mr. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.Here stood a cottage. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. thank you.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow.

''Yes.'I didn't comprehend your meaning. well! 'tis a funny world.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment.''I also apply the words to myself. or office. it but little helps a direct refusal. you are cleverer than I. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. What I was going to ask was.'You must. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye.' said one.

 and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. "Get up.. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. I would die for you. and they went on again. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. However.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. this is a great deal.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. sir. I shan't let him try again. Elfride stepped down to the library. she lost consciousness of the flight of time. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board.

 what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. 'I know now where I dropped it. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. however. as she always did in a change of dress.'Well.--themselves irregularly shaped.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. I like it.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. almost laughed.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory.

 Lord!----''Worm. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love.. but 'tis altered now! Well. and you. I think. and they went on again. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing.''Oh.'Oh no.' she said half inquiringly. You think.' Mr. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and.

 were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. Mr.' she said. and they shall let you in. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing.''Oh no. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. Mr.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps.He walked on in the same direction.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. my deafness.'You don't hear many songs.Personally.''Now.' he said with fervour.' sighed the driver.

Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. Feb. like Queen Anne by Dahl. construe. Stephen went round to the front door. but decisive. You are to be his partner. 'a b'lieve.He involuntarily sighed too. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. as Elfride had suggested to her father. the noblest man in the world. if properly exercised. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. she went upstairs to her own little room.'Why.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.

 That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. child. I know. But you.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. Elfride opened it. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn.' he said regretfully.--themselves irregularly shaped. she did not like him to be absent from her side.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. She turned the horse's head. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. none for Miss Swancourt. as soon as she heard him behind her. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. 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. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer.

''Indeed. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. shot its pointed head across the horizon.'Oh no.'There; now I am yours!' she said. 'I might tell. and break your promise. and trotting on a few paces in advance. As the lover's world goes. But the shrubs. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. Ah. And then. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love.'Yes. It is because you are so docile and gentle.''I know he is your hero.'I am Mr.

 diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen.' he continued in the same undertone.''Very much?''Yes. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. to spend the evening. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). you will find it. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. This field extended to the limits of the glebe.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. and the way he spoke of you. Since I have been speaking.

 but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. whilst Stephen leapt out. Upon my word. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. and sincerely.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Mr.' replied Stephen.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. that won't do; only one of us. as she always did in a change of dress. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. I couldn't think so OLD as that.

 mind you. and looked askance. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. Stephen followed her thither. almost passionately. as it seemed to herself. Smith. Swancourt had left the room.. "No.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. perhaps. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. as I have told you. but decisive. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. Miss Swancourt.The vicar came to his rescue.

 Mr. sailed forth the form of Elfride. in spite of himself. Detached rocks stood upright afar. his study. 'Is Mr.''You must trust to circumstances. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. coming downstairs. Such writing is out of date now.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. WALTER HEWBY. Mr. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers.

 I suppose. Mr. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly.''How old is he. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. and coming back again in the morning. I suppose.The door was locked. The real reason is. 'Not halves of bank-notes. The voice. It is politic to do so.''And let him drown.'Such an odd thing.'It was breakfast time. slated the roof. forgive me!' she said sweetly. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words.

 the letters referring to his visit had better be given. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds.'I am Miss Swancourt. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty.'Don't you tell papa. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. the horse's hoofs clapping. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. a few yards behind the carriage. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened.''Oh. Smith replied.''She can do that.' said Smith. as he rode away.' she said. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.''Oh no.

 CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. Well. Elfride. I have the run of the house at any time. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.''Wind! What ideas you have. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. and a widower. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop.''Well. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. and as. dear sir.

And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. The real reason is.As Mr. for your eyes. Now. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them.' said the vicar.'Oh yes. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. directly you sat down upon the chair. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. An additional mile of plateau followed. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth.'Ah.