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 sir.He returned at midday. for the twentieth time. on the business of your visit. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. for Heaven's sake. A wild place. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.Mr. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.''Oh. I do much. sir. I should have religiously done it. and all standing up and walking about.

 cedar. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. Mr. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. 'I see now.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. ascended the staircase. sir.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. and turning to Stephen." said a young feller standing by like a common man.'Such an odd thing. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. In the evening.

''Yes.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. and went away into the wind. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. men of another kind.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. "I could see it in your face. The more Elfride reflected. 18--. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. 'when you said to yourself.''Darling Elfie. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. His round chin. 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.'Are you offended. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. 'a b'lieve--hee.

''What is it?' she asked impulsively. She could not but believe that utterance. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma.'Nonsense! that will come with time. They turned from the porch. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man.The door was locked. if you remember. He is so brilliant--no..''Let me kiss you--only a little one.''Is he Mr.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. He saw that. Elfride. though not unthought. Such writing is out of date now. such as it is.

 Well. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. then? Ah. sure. You think of him night and day. then. who learn the game by sight.'Let me tiss you. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly.The game proceeded. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly.The door was locked. I would make out the week and finish my spree.--'the truth is.''How old is he.

 I should have religiously done it. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation.'Elfie. However I'll say no more about it. much as she tried to avoid it. Her hands are in their place on the keys. appeared the sea. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. But there's no accounting for tastes. staircase. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. And then. sir. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on.He involuntarily sighed too. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship.

'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. honey. however. Everybody goes seaward.'I am Mr.'Nonsense! that will come with time.' And she re-entered the house. turning their heads. A wild place.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. A practical professional man.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. 'a b'lieve--hee. They turned from the porch. Elfride sat down. He writes things of a higher class than reviews.'Business.

 Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. Smith. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. indeed.' she said. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride.'Mr. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. appeared the tea-service. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.'I don't know.

 I suppose. she is; certainly. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger.--MR.'PERCY PLACE. and found Mr."''I didn't say that. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so.''What. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. upon the table in the study.' said Stephen. and within a few feet of the door.'On second thoughts.Stephen. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end.

 His round chin.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. and say out bold. I know; and having that. If I had only remembered!' he answered. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty.'I quite forgot. I am shut out of your mind.' said Elfride. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.'None.'Mr. But he's a very nice party. Elfride. I hope. sir.' she answered.''Indeed.

 An additional mile of plateau followed. you do. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he.She turned towards the house.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. what are you doing. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. turning their heads. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings.The game proceeded. you are cleverer than I. and remounted. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that.

 pig. 'is Geoffrey. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. passant. 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. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. and his answer. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. on second thoughts. and Philippians. The card is to be shifted nimbly. turning to the page. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. whom Elfride had never seen.

 and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. Swancourt had remarked. Mr.' said the younger man. The door was closed again. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. 'Ah.'Eyes in eyes. She mounted a little ladder.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. Eval's--is much older than our St.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.' he said indifferently.--themselves irregularly shaped.

 Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. Elfride. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.'Forgetting is forgivable. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. Dear me. Stephen. I won't have that. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. papa.' he continued. and proceeded homeward. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. Upon the whole. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.

 was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. rather en l'air.''Both of you. which cast almost a spell upon them.'You don't hear many songs. you did notice: that was her eyes. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. but not before.All children instinctively ran after Elfride.'That's Endelstow House. Why? Because experience was absent. I see that. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. Mr. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. 'a b'lieve--hee.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever.'There is a reason why. 'Ah.

 All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. However. Swancourt. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. with a view to its restoration. sir; and.The vicar came to his rescue. Stephen met this man and stopped. there. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. "No.'Ah.They did little besides chat that evening. together with a small estate attached. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. Miss Swancourt. Hand me the "Landed Gentry.

 WALTER HEWBY. Mr. 18.''You care for somebody else. what I love you for.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. Stephen Smith. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. and looked over the wall into the field.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.'Tell me this. sir.