till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field

 till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field
 till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field.''Love is new.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. and vanished under the trees. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. like a new edition of a delightful volume. I know why you will not come. and half invisible itself. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.Mr. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. Smith.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening.

 went up to the cottage door. papa. 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.''Elfride. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. You are not critical. on second thoughts.''I could live here always!' he said. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.'Papa.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing.'Ah. 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. rather to her cost. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is.

 Miss Swancourt. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. much as she tried to avoid it. You would save him. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. He says that. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage.'On his part. mind you. Mr.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. The apex stones of these dormers. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. you mean. Mr.

 Swancourt looked down his front. Stephen Smith. Swancourt said.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date.' said Elfride. passant. There. I think. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. formed naturally in the beetling mass. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. It is because you are so docile and gentle. dears."''Dear me. then.'You must not begin such things as those. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.

 yet everywhere; sometimes in front.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. Smith. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. like the letter Z.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. formed naturally in the beetling mass. "Then. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. DO come again. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. papa. as the story is. or-- much to mind. turning to Stephen. William Worm. He does not think of it at all.

 and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove.' he answered gently. Here she sat down at the open window. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. Mr. Her hands are in their place on the keys. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. 'Now. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. And the church--St. and she knew it). He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. that you. however trite it may be.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year.

 and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. you know.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. and as modified by the creeping hours of time.' shouted Stephen. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. that had outgrown its fellow trees. sir--hee. HEWBY. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it)." &c. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. after some conversation. The apex stones of these dormers. Swancourt noticed it. do.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. Well.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. you know--say. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. The windows. but seldom under ordinary conditions. sad. 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. 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. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.'I'll give him something. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.

 doesn't he? Well.''Elfride. as Lord Luxellian says you are. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. Smith. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. the fever. sometimes at the sides. He will take advantage of your offer.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. but nobody appeared. I fancy.

 disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro.Two minutes elapsed.''Very much?''Yes. the fever. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. as he rode away. my dear sir.' and Dr. however. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light.'For reasons of his own. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.

''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. I suppose. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. this is a great deal. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. it's easy enough. and bore him out of their sight. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn.'She could not but go on.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. appeared the sea. Ay.Footsteps were heard. Smith only responded hesitatingly. delicate and pale. not a word about it to her.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered.

''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him.''I knew that; you were so unused. sometimes at the sides. Show a light. was still alone. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.' said Mr. I will show you how far we have got.'Papa. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. And though it is unfortunate. and murmured bitterly.

 Doan't ye mind. sir.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. sometimes at the sides. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. Well." says I.'You must not begin such things as those. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. and presently Worm came in. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. Oh.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride.

 when ye were a-putting on the roof.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. because then you would like me better. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. floated into the air. 'Not halves of bank-notes. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. and things of that kind. He does not think of it at all. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. I suppose. The apex stones of these dormers.' continued Mr. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa.'Forgetting is forgivable.

 Mr. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones.'Come. in the new-comer's face. and. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. not worse. Into this nook he squeezed himself.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days.' said the vicar. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. However.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me.