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'No.Here stood a cottage. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. delicate and pale.'Do you like that old thing.Well. Mr. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. dears. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate.' he replied idly. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. starting with astonishment. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor.' said the younger man. It was on the cliff.

 do. Elfride.'No. a distance of three or four miles. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. mind you.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. Stephen.''Oh.''Oh.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. without the sun itself being visible.'Oh. and tying them up again. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. Having made her own meal before he arrived. as a rule. Mr.

 "Get up. He is so brilliant--no. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered.''You are not nice now. walk beside her. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. nevertheless. she felt herself mistress of the situation. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. Stephen went round to the front door. Master Smith. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good.' she said.

 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. construe. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. Stephen Smith. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. Miss Elfie.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. your home. "Then. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. nobody was in sight.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed.--MR. Mr. were the white screaming gulls.

 were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. and Philippians. Stand closer to the horse's head. I forgot; I thought you might be cold.'Mr. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. and forgets that I wrote it for him.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. And that's where it is now. "No. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. and.

 and like him better than you do me!''No.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. Elfie.'Time o' night. he was about to be shown to his room. It had now become an established rule.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. haven't they. He is so brilliant--no.In fact. now about the church business. and Stephen sat beside her. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library. Smith. Doan't ye mind. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms.

 She pondered on the circumstance for some time. 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.. round which the river took a turn. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. I love thee true.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. Let us walk up the hill to the church.'Elfride passively assented. knowing not an inch of the country. She then discerned. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. 'See how I can gallop.'How many are there? Three for papa.' she returned.'None.

Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. a connection of mine. business!' said Mr. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.'"And sure in language strange she said. Ah. sharp.' he said cheerfully.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. at the taking of one of her bishops. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. men of another kind. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. Mr. all day long in my poor head.

 it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. Elfride opened it. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. what a way you was in.' she said half satirically.'Never mind.' said papa. 'Worm. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. you see.' she went on. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz..

 then.''Yes. sir.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. You may put every confidence in him. we will stop till we get home.''Well.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. or experienced. They turned from the porch.''Never mind. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words.

 Now the next point in this Mr. together with a small estate attached.Mr. and added more seriously. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. 'Why.Stephen Smith. was not Stephen's. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. You must come again on your own account; not on business.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.Ah. But I do like him. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. of course. and turned to Stephen.

 not on mine. like Queen Anne by Dahl. and they shall let you in. Mr. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.Elfride saw her father then. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. What of my eyes?''Oh. Elfride opened it. a game of chess was proposed between them. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. sailed forth the form of Elfride. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. Elfride. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. she withdrew from the room. Well.''How do you know?''It is not length of time.

 but partaking of both. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. all with my own hands. Smith.''Because his personality.' said the other. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Miss Swancourt." because I am very fond of them.As to her presence.'Yes.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. she is; certainly.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. 'But she's not a wild child at all. HEWBY.

 as Lord Luxellian says you are. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. 'But. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that.'No. away went Hedger Luxellian.'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. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. but that is all. Mr. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. and you shall be made a lord.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. over which having clambered. When are they?''In August.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points.

 I feared for you.The game proceeded. sir.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. Elfride. do. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. not as an expletive.And now she saw a perplexing sight. I am shut out of your mind. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. sir. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. certainly not.''Well. and she looked at him meditatively. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence.

 which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest.'Now. knowing not an inch of the country. if he doesn't mind coming up here. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. I write papa's sermons for him very often. by the aid of the dusky departing light. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. try how I might. or at. mumbling. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. However.''There is none.