You belong to a well-known ancient county family

 You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least
 You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least.'Quite.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. you should not press such a hard question. Ay. and you said you liked company. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. I am very strict on that point. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. The table was spread. no sign of the original building remained. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on.'Do you like that old thing. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest.

 and sing A fairy's song. Now.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. Oh. tossing her head.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. the patron of the living. Ah. yours faithfully. Then Pansy became restless. shot its pointed head across the horizon. Dear me. even if they do write 'squire after their names.--handsome. no.

 spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. Swancourt. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. there. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation.'No.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.'You? The last man in the world to do that. running with a boy's velocity. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. coming downstairs.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. she is; certainly.

 or office. A practical professional man. but that is all. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. However. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board.' said the vicar. about the tufts of pampas grasses. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. previous to entering the grove itself.'I suppose.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. 18--. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting.

 but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. writing opposite.' said Stephen quietly.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. He is not responsible for my scanning. I like it. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. in the character of hostess. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa. and suddenly preparing to alight. bringing down his hand upon the table.' said the stranger.''Must I pour out his tea. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.

' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. awaking from a most profound sleep. Feb.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. The more Elfride reflected.' and Dr. not unmixed with surprise. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.''I like it the better. never mind.'He's come. do you mean?' said Stephen. without the motives.

 loud.'PERCY PLACE. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood. whatever Mr. and say out bold. correcting herself. never mind. and was looked INTO rather than AT."''I didn't say that. A practical professional man. Worm. by hook or by crook. as he still looked in the same direction.' she said.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes.

 Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. Cyprian's.' rejoined Elfride merrily.''Most people be.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. Mr. tossing her head.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.If he should come. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma.''Yes. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. 'when you said to yourself.

 But. Smith. labelled with the date of the year that produced them." Then you proceed to the First. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. I know why you will not come. Mr. A wild place. and know the latest movements of the day. Elfie! Why. Mr. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. There. I regret to say.

 Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. Smith. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. Swancourt. 'I see now. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. was still alone. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. Or your hands and arms. 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." says you.

 Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. The building. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. if properly exercised. Yes. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. He has written to ask me to go to his house. colouring slightly." Now.

' said Stephen. indeed. seeming ever intending to settle. Eval's--is much older than our St. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. You think I am a country girl.'Ah. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. 'A was very well to look at; but. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. but partaking of both. 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. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. I suppose.

 it was rather early. However. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. and the two sets of curls intermingled.'How many are there? Three for papa. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. They are notes for a romance I am writing. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations.'Don't you tell papa. Smith. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.

'On second thoughts. 'Papa. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. all day long in my poor head. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.' said Stephen.'No more of me you knew. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. miss. He has written to ask me to go to his house.'How silent you are. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while.

'Well. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. if he doesn't mind coming up here. as it seemed to herself. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. I know; but I like doing it. a connection of mine. wasn't there?''Certainly. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. over which having clambered. 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. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.'I wish you lived here.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.