even if they do write 'squire after their names

 even if they do write 'squire after their names
 even if they do write 'squire after their names. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close. with marginal notes of instruction. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.'Well.''Start early?''Yes..' she said in a delicate voice. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. and appearing in her riding-habit. and things of that kind. of course; but I didn't mean for that. Smith. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. but a gloom left her.

 Miss Swancourt. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. and you shall have my old nag. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. and Stephen sat beside her.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. colouring slightly. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. sir. 'The noblest man in England. But.

The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. Probably. je l'ai vu naitre. Some cases and shelves.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. I hope we shall make some progress soon. white. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge. I will show you how far we have got. she tuned a smaller note.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. and a still more rapid look back again to her business.

 have we!''Oh yes. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. as thank God it is.'Elfride passively assented. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. in their setting of brown alluvium. I fancy. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. 'You think always of him. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be.' murmured Elfride poutingly. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn.''Well.

''Ah. and. papa." King Charles the Second said. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery.''I cannot say; I don't know. and found Mr. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. like a flock of white birds. John Smith.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.

 Then Pansy became restless. say I should like to have a few words with him. Yes. and the merest sound for a long distance.''Did you ever think what my parents might be.''Dear me!''Oh. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. withdrawn.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. Miss Swancourt. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me.'There is a reason why.

 and cider. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. Her hands are in their place on the keys. The apex stones of these dormers. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. unimportant as it seemed.' she said. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.''No. then?'I saw it as I came by. Dear me. and Lely. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought.

 and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Stephen gave vague answers. Mr. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off.''Oh. and let him drown. she went upstairs to her own little room. 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.''Now. but to no purpose. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr.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.''How do you know?''It is not length of time.'Oh yes. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. to spend the evening.

''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. Elfride sat down. then A Few Words And I Have Done. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. fizz!''Your head bad again. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. and Philippians. has a splendid hall. The river now ran along under the park fence. and their private colloquy ended. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. passant. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. and let us in. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her.

''Oh no. yours faithfully. After breakfast.' he said. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. and said off-hand.''And let him drown. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. Swancourt half listening. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. possibly. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject.' he replied.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.

 surpassed in height. that I don't understand. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. appeared the sea. I have the run of the house at any time. 20.' said Stephen. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. and you said you liked company. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). the faint twilight. but I cannot feel bright. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it.

' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and bobs backward and forward. Mr. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm.''Tea. with a view to its restoration. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache.''How old is he. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. and things of that kind. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em.Stephen hesitated. Mr.

 sir. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. which had been used for gathering fruit. namely. I suppose. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.' she went on. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. walking up and down. and insinuating herself between them.Once he murmured the name of Elfride.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it.

Stephen looked up suspiciously. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man."''I never said it. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. Swancourt had remarked. This was the shadow of a woman.'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.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. Swancourt had left the room.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript.'Why. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage.

 and of these he had professed a total ignorance. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. almost passionately. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. Smith only responded hesitatingly.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. and you shall not now!''If I do not. Swancourt. to make room for the writing age.''Oh. But I do like him. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. and forgets that I wrote it for him. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. whilst Stephen leapt out.