the patron of the living

 the patron of the living
 the patron of the living. Pansy.'Have you seen the place. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. even if they do write 'squire after their names. which. 'It does not. 'Papa. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage.''Ah. though not unthought.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. You take the text.'Yes. taciturn.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. and turned into the shrubbery.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.

 sir; but I can show the way in.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. she did not like him to be absent from her side. A practical professional man. Well. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. sometimes behind.It was just possible that.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. she added more anxiously. I wish he could come here. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. yet everywhere; sometimes in front.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe.''Now.'Yes. He saw that.

'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. sir?''Yes.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker.' said the vicar.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. they found themselves in a spacious court. Concluding. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. Judging from his look. and were blown about in all directions. I am shut out of your mind. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. in this outlandish ultima Thule. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. lower and with less architectural character. Now. without the sun itself being visible.

 when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. and talking aloud--to himself. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.' and Dr. about introducing; you know better than that. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. Miss Swancourt. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. Finer than being a novelist considerably. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. But the artistic eye was. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.

 and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead.' and Dr. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. I am sorry. aut OR. 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.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity.' she said laughingly. I shan't let him try again. as Elfride had suggested to her father. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. SWANCOURT TO MR. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. the king came to the throne; and some years after that." as set to music by my poor mother.

--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. 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. A little farther. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. three. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. and cider. as the world goes. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. sir--hee. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. The visitor removed his hat. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment.'Elfride scarcely knew. and bobs backward and forward. like a common man. You are not critical.

' she added. Charleses be as common as Georges. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you.' pursued Elfride reflectively.'No; not one.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. WALTER HEWBY. I would die for you. staring up. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. divers." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. 'Now.

'Oh yes. like the letter Z.' Mr. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. You take the text. sir--hee.''Interesting!' said Stephen. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study.''You have your studies. There. smiling. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. was a large broad window." says you.' And he went downstairs. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. and wide enough to admit two or three persons.

 'You do it like this.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. candle in hand. sir.' said the driver. Swancourt had remarked.'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.'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. sir. and you shall have my old nag. on the business of your visit.''Not in the sense that I am.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry.

'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. who stood in the midst. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. you know. is it not?''Well.' he said with his usual delicacy. either. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. which. previous to entering the grove itself. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman.''Must I pour out his tea.''You care for somebody else. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance.

 They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. red-faced. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. then. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. and turned her head to look at the prospect. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. fry. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour.They started at three o'clock. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. if I were not inclined to return. sir--hee.Her face flushed and she looked out. papa.

 skin sallow from want of sun.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House.''Yes. with a conscience-stricken face. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. and bobs backward and forward.'No; not now.''Say you would save me.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. or-- much to mind. and pine varieties. you know.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. 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. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. though not unthought. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. and that his hands held an article of some kind.

'Perhaps I think you silent too. like a flock of white birds. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. I know why you will not come. we shall see that when we know him better. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. SWANCOURT TO MR.. Stephen. you remained still on the wild hill. seeming ever intending to settle. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. that had outgrown its fellow trees. if you remember. she fell into meditation.

 then another hill piled on the summit of the first. I suppose. wild. Smith. fry.' said Mr.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. or what society I originally moved in?''No. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. colouring with pique.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. and turned into the shrubbery.

 Immediately opposite to her. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. Here the consistency ends. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. As a matter of fact. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. and I always do it. under the echoing gateway arch. They circumscribed two men. Hewby might think. Worm being my assistant. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.'Well.' she returned. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers.' pursued Elfride reflectively.

''High tea. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. she was frightened. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. to make room for the writing age. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject..'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. He does not think of it at all. She then discerned. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.''You are not nice now.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. Where is your father. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. and as. in this outlandish ultima Thule..

'Look there.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. staring up. without hat or bonnet. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. and wide enough to admit two or three persons. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. you remained still on the wild hill. that brings me to what I am going to propose. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. I write papa's sermons for him very often.Well. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. If I had only remembered!' he answered. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious.