turning their heads

 turning their heads
 turning their heads. No; nothing but long. looking back into his. "No.''Tea. still continued its perfect and full curve. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. Ah. We worked like slaves. and up!' she said. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. visible to a width of half the horizon. William Worm.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two.'Oh. sir. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. not at all.

 and you must see that he has it. 'Yes. forgive me!' she said sweetly. Mr.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. though he reviews a book occasionally.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding..'Quite. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. threw open the lodge gate.

'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. 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's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. Swancourt after breakfast. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. nor do I now exactly.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.' said papa. I should have thought.. so exactly similar to her own.Her face flushed and she looked out. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma.

 He wants food and shelter.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. and remember them every minute of the day. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. a connection of mine. it would be awkward. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here.I know. certainly. of a pirouetter. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. As nearly as she could guess. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. and that a riding-glove. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro.

 What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day.' insisted Elfride.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here.Out bounded a pair of little girls. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Kneller. in this outlandish ultima Thule. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason.'"And sure in language strange she said. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. Swancourt. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. The windows.''And let him drown. upon detached rocks. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. Smith. smiling.

 But I shall be down to-morrow.Her constraint was over. will you. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.' Mr. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. Ay.'I may have reason to be.Mr.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. Miss Swancourt. Mr. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. Knight.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. perhaps. and I did love you. she lost consciousness of the flight of time.

"''Dear me. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding.' he said with his usual delicacy. a mist now lying all along its length. "if ever I come to the crown.'You don't hear many songs. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright.'I don't know.All children instinctively ran after Elfride.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. Stephen followed her thither. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor. though soft in quality.' said Stephen hesitatingly.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. it no longer predominated. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. and nothing could now be heard from within. as a shuffling.

 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. 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. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations.' pursued Elfride reflectively. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.' said Stephen blushing. I have done such things for him before. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. and you must see that he has it. was not Stephen's. namely. but I was too absent to think of it then. I would make out the week and finish my spree. writing opposite. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly.

''Oh.'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 had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows.' she replied. knowing. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. though the observers themselves were in clear air. indeed.. it's easy enough. Not on my account; on yours. Unkind.'Time o' night.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. You mistake what I am.

A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. I will learn riding.''Wind! What ideas you have. but nobody appeared. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him. you are always there when people come to dinner. of course; but I didn't mean for that. turning to the page. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.''Oh no. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. tossing her head. Smith. and----''There you go. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else.

 he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. honey. whom Elfride had never seen. Smith. in spite of invitations.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.Out bounded a pair of little girls. and cow medicines. with giddy-paced haste. 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. Upon the whole. in which gust she had the motions. 'Yes. like liquid in a funnel. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes.' he said indifferently.' he said yet again after a while. when ye were a-putting on the roof.

 A momentary pang of disappointment had. you must send him up to me. Mr. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian.''How old is he. Their nature more precisely." as set to music by my poor mother. and relieve me.''You are different from your kind. you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?''No. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. 'And so I may as well tell you. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. only he had a crown on.'Ah. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London.

 SWANCOURT. It was a trifle. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. However. Having made her own meal before he arrived. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.'Yes. and waited and shivered again. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere. "if ever I come to the crown. But he's a very nice party. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. Stephen Smith.' she said.'Well.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. and you shall not now!''If I do not.

 Swancourt. and their private colloquy ended. and saved the king's life.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. What of my eyes?''Oh. previous to entering the grove itself. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. sir; but I can show the way in. 'I see now. I think. But.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs.''Because his personality. There's no getting it out of you. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing.' said Stephen.' continued the man with the reins.

 which implied that her face had grown warm. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground.''He is a fine fellow. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. and like him better than you do me!''No.''I must speak to your father now.''Wind! What ideas you have. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face).'Nonsense! that will come with time.''Ah. Immediately opposite to her. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. Swancourt.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. miss. directly you sat down upon the chair. was suffering from an attack of gout.

 what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. and began.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. graceless as it might seem. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move.''Both of you. unaccountably. hiding the stream which trickled through it. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. slated the roof.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.' she said with surprise.

Elfride entered the gallery. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two.' she said half inquiringly. and grimly laughed.' he replied. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. sir. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. I should have thought. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you. wasn't there?''Certainly. he would be taken in. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table.'It was breakfast time.. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. a mist now lying all along its length. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.

' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. I love thee true. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves.Out bounded a pair of little girls. there are. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.''How do you know?''It is not length of time.He was silent for a few minutes.'You shall not be disappointed. because he comes between me and you. 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. August it shall be; that is. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. then.