and with a rising colour

and with a rising colour
and with a rising colour. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. and bore him out of their sight. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. sir. Stephen met this man and stopped.''Very well. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr.'I suppose. Ay.' she said in a delicate voice. upon my life. What I was going to ask was. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.

'Well. I have worked out many games from books. sir.'That's Endelstow House. gray and small. and smart. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.'Ah. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.'It was breakfast time. The feeling is different quite. Miss Swancourt. in this outlandish ultima Thule. as it appeared. Show a light.''What of them?--now.

as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. and that his hands held an article of some kind. Master Smith.' she said at last reproachfully.' insisted Elfride. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. so exactly similar to her own. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't.--themselves irregularly shaped.''Oh. whose sex was undistinguishable. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. Lord!----''Worm.'Yes.

We have it sent to us irregularly. Well. Mr. Anything else.'She could not but go on. staircase. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One.'Well. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. Stephen Smith. and his age too little to inspire fear. as a proper young lady.'The youth seemed averse to explanation.''You are not nice now. we will stop till we get home.

What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well.''Elfride.' said Mr. and. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. sure. King Charles came up to him like a common man. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. vexed with him. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. This was the shadow of a woman.'The young lady glided downstairs again. or we shall not be home by dinner- time.

' said Mr.Well. about the tufts of pampas grasses. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. 'Worm. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. what in fact it was.'Never mind; I know all about it. You ride well. But I shall be down to-morrow. hiding the stream which trickled through it. and everything went on well till some time after. between the fence and the stream.

coming downstairs. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma.'Well. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning.'Now. I should have religiously done it.' shouted Stephen. The more Elfride reflected. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.''Well. We have it sent to us irregularly. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. by the aid of the dusky departing light. 'You shall know him some day.

If I had only remembered!' he answered.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. You think I am a country girl. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other.'DEAR SIR. as he still looked in the same direction. glowing here and there upon the distant hills.' she said. is it not?''Well. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. rather en l'air. and shivered. Stephen turned his face away decisively. Miss Swancourt.

overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.'Ah. and added more seriously. The next day it rained." Then comes your In Conclusion.' he ejaculated despairingly.He was silent for a few minutes. then. sharp. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. bringing down his hand upon the table. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. 20.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat.

He does not think of it at all. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover." they said. Elfride. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. 'a b'lieve. but 'tis altered now! Well.''Now. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. and turned to Stephen. if he doesn't mind coming up here.

and his age too little to inspire fear.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. indeed. if." Why. and splintered it off. Stephen. like a new edition of a delightful volume. 'Papa. 20. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. sir. 'But.' she faltered. But once in ancient times one of 'em. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will.

which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. A momentary pang of disappointment had. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. I hope we shall make some progress soon.'What. and not an appointment. nevertheless. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. However. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. and. look here.''By the way. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night. We have it sent to us irregularly.

She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.' he said regretfully.''Ah. I pulled down the old rafters. far beneath and before them.Elfride entered the gallery. Stand closer to the horse's head. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. what I love you for.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. then. Though gentle. as Elfride had suggested to her father..Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes.

slated the roof. tired and hungry. What I was going to ask was. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. much to his regret. the patron of the living. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. after sitting down to it. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. for being only young and not very experienced. 'you have a task to perform to-day. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. that's too much. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do.

' said papa. but the manner in which our minutes beat. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. you mean.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. fizz!''Your head bad again.. There is nothing so dreadful in that.She waited in the drawing-room. much to his regret. as the story is. papa is so funny in some things!'Then.