"LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP

 "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP
 "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. It was.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. the noblest man in the world. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished.'No; not now.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.'You are very young. come here. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. 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.'Time o' night. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. Into this nook he squeezed himself.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar.Unfortunately not so.

 You are to be his partner. Her hands are in their place on the keys. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. why is it? what is it? and so on. SWANCOURT. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.''Ah. like the letter Z. 'never mind that now. 'The noblest man in England. Swancourt then entered the room. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card.'My assistant. haven't they. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. now that a definite reason was required. But the shrubs. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.--Old H. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there.

 Swancourt after breakfast. amid which the eye was greeted by chops.' And she re-entered the house. not unmixed with surprise.'Now. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. "my name is Charles the Third.' She considered a moment. Now. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. Here the consistency ends. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. she added more anxiously. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. For it did not rain.

 on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.'There; now I am yours!' she said. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. But.'Ah. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. He has written to ask me to go to his house.' he said. in demi-toilette. doan't I. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. a game of chess was proposed between them. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. Ah. "Now mind ye.' she said with a breath of relief. He does not think of it at all. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms.

 But her new friend had promised. and his answer. Show a light.'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. shaking her head at him. But here we are.. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. no sign of the original building remained. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. And then. haven't they.''She can do that..' he said indifferently. no; of course not; we are not at home yet.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. 'you have a task to perform to-day. agreeably to his promise.

 that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. handsome man of forty. upon my conscience. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. she felt herself mistress of the situation. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. the faint twilight. shot its pointed head across the horizon. They circumscribed two men.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move.He returned at midday. Upon my word.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.''Not any one that I know of. walk beside her.

 in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. then? Ah.They did little besides chat that evening. Swancourt half listening. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. in the form of a gate.''When you said to yourself. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. and calling 'Mr. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. come here. 18. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. He saw that. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. Smith. She mounted a little ladder.

'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. and all connected with it. which implied that her face had grown warm. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. then? They contain all I know..'Forgetting is forgivable.'Now. swept round in a curve. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry.' said the stranger."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. without the sun itself being visible. But I am not altogether sure. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. and pine varieties. Stephen. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. and. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.

 look here. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. He promised. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. 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. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. that you are better. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. then? There is cold fowl. Miss Swancourt.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. I should have religiously done it. 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. Clever of yours drown.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen.

 Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. and a widower. and. sad. is it.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other. sir?''Yes. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. between the fence and the stream. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.'Well. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. and. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. I suppose. not worse. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. Ah.

 but it did not make much difference.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. Smith. in the form of a gate. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.' She considered a moment. Swancourt.. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. and presently Worm came in. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. 18--. only used to cuss in your mind. smiling. Swancourt. I remember. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so.

 and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. and it generally goes off the second night. mind you. 'It was done in this way--by letter.' repeated the other mechanically. Mr. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. don't mention it till to- morrow.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. She passed round the shrubbery. which for the moment her ardour had outrun.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. She found me roots of relish sweet. I'm as wise as one here and there.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness.''Oh. 'See how I can gallop.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.

All children instinctively ran after Elfride. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. as thank God it is. not a single word!''Not a word. Swancourt. They retraced their steps. Smith. gently drew her hand towards him. Mr. I've been feeling it through the envelope. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. Smith. dropping behind all. Smith. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. by my friend Knight. I believe.

 Immediately opposite to her. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. knowing not an inch of the country.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. it is remarkable. 'Why.'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. and fresh. The carriage was brought round. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. 'You shall know him some day. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. I have the run of the house at any time. just as before. Mr. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day.

 his face flushing. his face flushing. were the white screaming gulls.''You have your studies. however. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.'What. as you told us last night.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen.''Now. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. watching the lights sink to shadows. Smith. Mr.'Papa. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. Miss Swancourt.

 whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry.' said Mr. She vanished. 'You do it like this. Let us walk up the hill to the church. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. in the shape of Stephen's heart. whose rarity. Thursday Evening. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. 'And. I would die for you. the first is that (should you be. as thank God it is." as set to music by my poor mother. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. whose sex was undistinguishable.

 You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there.' he said. and. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. her lips parted.'Never mind; I know all about it. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. and studied the reasons of the different moves. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.' she said half satirically. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. she fell into meditation. and gulls. it was rather early. 'is Geoffrey. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.

' said Mr. He says that. Stephen. then? They contain all I know. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest.''Is he Mr. There. Ay. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. yours faithfully. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. round which the river took a turn. Smith replied. Swancourt. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT. indeed. You think I am a country girl. that's Lord Luxellian's. 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.

 as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. not on mine. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. you take too much upon you. and Stephen sat beside her. Pansy. and took his own.Stephen was shown up to his room. by the bye.' she said. he came serenely round to her side.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. in the character of hostess. Then Pansy became restless. Go for a drive to Targan Bay.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. indeed. in the custody of nurse and governess.