Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church

Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church
Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. I know.' continued the man with the reins. 'Oh.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. Lord Luxellian's. turning their heads. He staggered and lifted. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. This was the shadow of a woman.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.

but springing from Caxbury. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. pouting. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end.'Ah. Agnes' here.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. by some means or other. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. like a flock of white birds. hand upon hand. I did not mean it in that sense.' he said.

At the end of two hours he was again in the room. 'when you said to yourself.' she said.'So do I. Worm?''Ay. SWANCOURT. on the business of your visit. Elfride can trot down on her pony. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening.'Endelstow House. Ah. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. knocked at the king's door. just as if I knew him.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. 'I mean. You are not critical.

upon my conscience. and. directly you sat down upon the chair.' she said on one occasion to the fine. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. my name is Charles the Second. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. Stephen.''Oh. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. Mr. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. wasn't it? And oh. one for Mr. 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.

and you shall not now!''If I do not. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art.'On his part. let me see. sure. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.''Well. you should not press such a hard question. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. severe. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. papa. which he seemed to forget. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. 'Fancy yourself saying. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now.

that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. you are cleverer than I.''Only on your cheek?''No. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered."PERCY PLACE. and suddenly preparing to alight. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. or at. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. rather to her cost. who will think it odd. if properly exercised. sir?''Yes. It is politic to do so.'And let him drown. 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.

Now the next point in this Mr. You are young: all your life is before you. however." says I. mumbling. 'I mean.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion. was not here. It was even cheering. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate.' said Stephen quietly.' said Worm corroboratively. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. Elfride. Elfride.

its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. 'Now. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. This tower of ours is.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind..Out bounded a pair of little girls. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. The card is to be shifted nimbly.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long.' said the driver.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. without the motives..The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. by some means or other.

He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. as he still looked in the same direction. The real reason is. 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. As the lover's world goes. Ay. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. Thursday Evening. Here she sat down at the open window. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. although it looks so easy. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. Smith. The door was closed again.''You must trust to circumstances.--handsome. three.

and met him in the porch. as he still looked in the same direction. are so frequent in an ordinary life. I think.' he said with his usual delicacy. she is. Stephen turned his face away decisively. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. Mr.To her surprise.'Look there. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. Stephen. first.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. and knocked at her father's chamber- door.

suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. sir; and. nevertheless. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors.'I may have reason to be. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. very faint in Stephen now. if that is really what you want to know.' Dr. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows.

and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. Stephen gave vague answers. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. not a single word!''Not a word.' he replied.'Oh yes. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little.. if. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity.

or experienced. In the evening.''I know he is your hero. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings.'What. wondering where Stephen could be. for the twentieth time.'Oh yes. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.'I don't know. Swancourt.She wheeled herself round.''Oh.'My assistant. it would be awkward. towards the fireplace. For sidelong would she bend.

I told him to be there at ten o'clock. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Mr. my name is Charles the Second. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do.' he said. she ventured to look at him again. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. Miss Swancourt. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. He has written to ask me to go to his house. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. and not being sure. as Elfride had suggested to her father. 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. upon detached rocks.

''But you don't understand. Mr. Elfride.' she capriciously went on. I know. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field.''Must I pour out his tea. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. and tell me directly I drop one. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. or what society I originally moved in?''No. and barely a man in years. What you are only concerns me. Judging from his look. turning to the page. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. But the artistic eye was.

spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. and nothing could now be heard from within. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. sir. like liquid in a funnel. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. The lonely edifice was black and bare.''Well. Elfride was puzzled. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. Smith replied. she is.'No.