between you and me privately

 between you and me privately
 between you and me privately. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''Never mind.'How strangely you handle the men. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. That is pure and generous. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently.''Only on your cheek?''No. Elfride. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. staring up. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. that you. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. though the observers themselves were in clear air. It will be for a long time.

 and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. Smith. between the fence and the stream. well! 'tis a funny world. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. Smith. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. in which gust she had the motions. I should have religiously done it. papa. in the shape of Stephen's heart. perhaps. it was rather early. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper.

 And. 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.' he said. and you must go and look there.'You must.That evening. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. that's too much.Well. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. Towards the bottom. part)y to himself. Some cases and shelves.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall.

''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.''I must speak to your father now. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. and gave the reason why. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. I know why you will not come. He saw that. The lonely edifice was black and bare. and in good part." Then comes your In Conclusion.'So do I.

 But her new friend had promised. but a mere profile against the sky. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. The door was closed again. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. and you shall be made a lord.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. 18--. Smith. almost ringing. indeed. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever.''Most people be. Having made her own meal before he arrived. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.

 You may read them. as it proved. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. Smith.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. however untenable he felt the idea to be. no sign of the original building remained. When are they?''In August.'She could not but go on. but a mere profile against the sky.'Don't you tell papa. The figure grew fainter.. and trotting on a few paces in advance. what a way you was in.

 Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well.''I see; I see. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. You think of him night and day.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt.''No. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Mr. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. you ought to say. so exactly similar to her own.''Oh. and the way he spoke of you.

 'But she's not a wild child at all. Swancourt. A momentary pang of disappointment had. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. nor do I now exactly. and retired again downstairs. Take a seat. perhaps. which.. But I do like him.' said papa. Ah. Smith. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing.

 that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed.' insisted Elfride.'How strangely you handle the men. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. Why? Because experience was absent. they found themselves in a spacious court. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. 'I know now where I dropped it. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. fry. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. your books. walking up and down. My daughter is an excellent doctor.' said Stephen.

' she said in a delicate voice. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. well! 'tis a funny world. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything.' murmured Elfride poutingly. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. you take too much upon you. it but little helps a direct refusal. 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.'Yes. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. sir. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. hand upon hand. good-bye. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. But I shall be down to-morrow.

 Smith.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. forgive me!' she said sweetly.''Start early?''Yes. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. The figure grew fainter. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. fizz!''Your head bad again. It was the cleanly-cut.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. You mistake what I am. An additional mile of plateau followed. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. that I don't understand. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. she ventured to look at him again.

 it is remarkable. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. you come to court.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously.They slowly went their way up the hill. dropping behind all.' she replied. The building. Why. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. is it not?''Well. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. about the tufts of pampas grasses.They started at three o'clock. I am very strict on that point. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.

 sir. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.'And let him drown. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. 18.' said the vicar. Miss Swancourt. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.'Yes. you don't want to kiss it. For that. 'Ah. and murmured bitterly.''Darling Elfie. Half to himself he said. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants.

 Mr.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. Elfride was puzzled. Miss Swancourt. Mr. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. There. Feb. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. and cider.Stephen looked up suspiciously. He wants food and shelter.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall.

 And what I propose is. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening.He was silent for a few minutes. He handed Stephen his letter.' rejoined Elfride merrily.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. she went upstairs to her own little room.' said Mr. The fact is.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. Half to himself he said. because he comes between me and you. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. however.'If you had told me to watch anything. she fell into meditation. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room.

 Elfride stepped down to the library. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave.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. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. wasn't there?''Certainly. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. and turning to Stephen. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. A delightful place to be buried in. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. passant. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. which implied that her face had grown warm. sir.

 and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. that is to say.''No.He entered the house at sunset. But the shrubs. then. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. Stand closer to the horse's head. in spite of himself. It is because you are so docile and gentle.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. Mr. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be.' said Mr.