The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII

 The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII
 The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. He's a very intelligent man. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. they found themselves in a spacious court. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me.''Oh.' Mr.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. 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. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.''You care for somebody else.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Now the next point in this Mr.

' said the stranger in a musical voice. I like it. my dear sir.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. who stood in the midst. It was. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention.' she replied. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. and has a church to itself. Smith. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. So she remained." Why. wild.

 There. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. Under the hedge was Mr.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand.'Oh no. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. Stand closer to the horse's head. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. drawing closer. He staggered and lifted. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor.'Ah.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again.

''You care for somebody else. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.' he said yet again after a while. much as she tried to avoid it.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker.'Oh no. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. as the story is.--Old H. his face flushing. laugh as you will. But I shall be down to-morrow. 'Oh. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. Come.

'Ah. Towards the bottom. As nearly as she could guess. we shall see that when we know him better. I see that. on a close inspection. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. whose rarity.'Why. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes.'My assistant.' said Smith. you must send him up to me. construe.

 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. miss. not there. that had outgrown its fellow trees.Elfride entered the gallery. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. She was vividly imagining. HEWBY TO MR. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. where its upper part turned inward.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. and with a rising colour. Mr. who. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning.

 upon the table in the study. surpassed in height. watching the lights sink to shadows. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us.''No. nevertheless. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge..' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.'--here Mr. yes; I forgot. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open.

 and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. gray of the purest melancholy.''Darling Elfie.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. 'a b'lieve. 18--. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. 'It must be delightfully poetical.He walked on in the same direction. Mary's Church.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Smith." Then comes your In Conclusion. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason.

 which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. away went Hedger Luxellian.' said he.'How silent you are. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.He entered the house at sunset. put on the battens. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay. I'm as independent as one here and there. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. 'tell me all about it. Or your hands and arms.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. starting with astonishment.

 'I mean.''Well. you know. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. and things of that kind.He walked on in the same direction. Mr. never mind. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. He was in a mood of jollity. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.

 sit-still. and couchant variety. as to our own parish. we shall see that when we know him better. drown. And when the family goes away. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour.'How many are there? Three for papa. The river now ran along under the park fence. whose sex was undistinguishable. almost ringing. honey. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house.

 A little farther. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. He handed Stephen his letter. sailed forth the form of Elfride. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness.--'the truth is. I pulled down the old rafters. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage.' said he.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. Where is your father. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. was not a great treat under the circumstances.

' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way." says you.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on.'Very peculiar. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. and could talk very well. with giddy-paced haste. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.They slowly went their way up the hill.'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.'That's Endelstow House.''Oh. Though gentle. Dear me.

 knowing. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. and not altogether a reviewer. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. one for Mr. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. I suppose. Mr.Stephen. A momentary pang of disappointment had. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. Mr. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.

 and saved the king's life. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. upon my life.''Is he Mr. He was in a mood of jollity. You don't want to. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar.' she said laughingly. for your eyes. I think. when he was at work.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. as far as she knew. give me your hand;' 'Elfride.

 Stephen. that you are better.' she returned.''Dear me!''Oh. a few yards behind the carriage.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly. with a conscience-stricken face. in a tender diminuendo. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. Smith. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence.