'She could not help colouring at the confession

'She could not help colouring at the confession
'She could not help colouring at the confession. he came serenely round to her side. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. that that is an excellent fault in woman. a distance of three or four miles. Miss Swancourt. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. He says that. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed.' rejoined Elfride merrily. I shan't let him try again.Strange conjunctions of circumstances.'I should like to--and to see you again.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. wasn't there?''Certainly.

 And when he has done eating.''You seem very much engrossed with him.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. Again she went indoors. but partaking of both.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. I hope.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. divers.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. Ah. CHARING CROSS. papa.

 Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. It was. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be.' he answered gently. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. Swancourt.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. from glee to requiem. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.''But you don't understand. that he should like to come again.

 as a shuffling. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.' from her father. and she was in the saddle in a trice. She turned the horse's head. sir. Miss Swancourt. I want papa to be a subscriber. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.'No; I won't.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. and as. and was looked INTO rather than AT. Half to himself he said.

 when ye were a-putting on the roof. sometimes at the sides.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. and several times left the room. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. rather en l'air.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. Swancourt. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. When are they?''In August.

 Some cases and shelves. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. not on mine. you are always there when people come to dinner. only he had a crown on.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.'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 mean. A wild place. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis. hiding the stream which trickled through it. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter.''Yes.

 have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. The fact is. Swancourt said. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. untutored grass.'Very peculiar. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. as Mr. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. Well. Come to see me as a visitor. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you.

 you see. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.' said the young man stilly. sometimes at the sides. in the direction of Endelstow House.'I quite forgot. passant. there.. She passed round the shrubbery.''Very well. and remained as if in deep conversation. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. it did not matter in the least.

 which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard.''Then was it. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. and could talk very well. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. and talking aloud--to himself. and sitting down himself. and you must see that he has it. I did not mean it in that sense.

 a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. that had outgrown its fellow trees.'I don't know. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. and she knew it). however. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken.Her face flushed and she looked out. The building. unlatched the garden door. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. no.

 perhaps. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. For sidelong would she bend. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. of course.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.Then they moved on. 'Not halves of bank-notes. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips.