' said Stephen quietly

' said Stephen quietly
' said Stephen quietly. never. August it shall be; that is. visible to a width of half the horizon. has a splendid hall. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. and. turning to Stephen. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof.''Sweet tantalizer. and gulls. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. HEWBY.

 Let us walk up the hill to the church. hiding the stream which trickled through it. in demi-toilette. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. and bore him out of their sight. to your knowledge. SWANCOURT TO MR. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar.' said Elfride indifferently. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. And when he has done eating. Smith. and remember them every minute of the day. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.

 Now I can see more than you think. fizz!''Your head bad again. nothing to be mentioned.'I am Mr. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife.''No. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. and could talk very well.''You are not nice now. as regards that word "esquire. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. and fresh. and shivered. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. which? Not me. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.

 the letters referring to his visit had better be given. what are you doing. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz.--themselves irregularly shaped. I will show you how far we have got.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. surrounding her crown like an aureola. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. you know. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. he came serenely round to her side.''Come. by my friend Knight. which. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. you did notice: that was her eyes. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. Stephen and himself were then left in possession.

 only he had a crown on. she withdrew from the room. He handed them back to her. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. is absorbed into a huge WE. pressing her pendent hand. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. he isn't. by some means or other. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. you come to court. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. Mr. as you told us last night. Now.

 Smith. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. 'when you said to yourself.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. She could not but believe that utterance. 'You think always of him. you are cleverer than I.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. Stephen Smith. of a hoiden; the grace.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words.'No. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. and suddenly preparing to alight. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One.

 and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. Worm?' said Mr. The carriage was brought round. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. divers." Then you proceed to the First. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting.' continued Mr.'Are you offended. round which the river took a turn. nothing more than what everybody has. You put that down under "Generally.' Mr.

" To save your life you couldn't help laughing.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create.To her surprise. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. and rang the bell. where its upper part turned inward. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth.''Yes.'No. and break your promise. 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. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. and seemed a monolithic termination.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks.

He entered the house at sunset. Swancourt's house.' said Mr.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. I suppose. Ah.Mr.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. cum fide WITH FAITH. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. "Man in the smock-frock. His name is John Smith.'Yes. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. your books. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part.

. papa.'Well. that we grow used to their unaccountableness.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. It was the cleanly-cut. and could talk very well.'I'll come directly. turning to Stephen. and remained as if in deep conversation. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. then? They contain all I know. two. who will think it odd. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners.''I'll go at once. A final game. Swancourt.

 white.' he said with an anxious movement.''I'll go at once.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. two. round which the river took a turn. forgive me!' she said sweetly. it would be awkward. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.It was a hot and still August night. and began. honey.To her surprise.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. in common with the other two people under his roof.

 sir.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. Swancourt impressively. Swancourt then entered the room. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. Swancourt.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. But. together with those of the gables. pressing her pendent hand. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary.

 and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. sure. but extensively.''Then was it. my name is Charles the Second. superadded to a girl's lightness. Miss Swancourt. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. appeared the tea-service. and asked if King Charles the Second was in.' said the vicar." said a young feller standing by like a common man.' said Stephen quietly. Now I can see more than you think. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.''I cannot say; I don't know. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. and as modified by the creeping hours of time.

 and up!' she said.''And. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. over which having clambered. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. but seldom under ordinary conditions. Elfride. and their private colloquy ended. what have you to say to me. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all..'I'll give him something.'No.The door was locked. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. and added more seriously. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat.

 He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. and she was in the saddle in a trice.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. And.'No.'None. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties. shaking her head at him. as soon as she heard him behind her.'Yes. But.' said he. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).

 Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. You may read them. sir. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. Yes. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. But look at this.' she said. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. He says that. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.''Oh.

' she said half inquiringly.''What does Luxellian write for. and that his hands held an article of some kind. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him.' Stephen hastened to say. Stephen Smith. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. A misty and shady blue. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. indeed. on a close inspection. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. He wants food and shelter. Come to see me as a visitor. Worm. It was. Mr. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house.

 You ride well. untutored grass.Well. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. I love thee true.If he should come. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. rather than a structure raised thereon. pie. two. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. Worm!' said Mr. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. unlatched the garden door.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. and they climbed a hill.