'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning

 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning
 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. In the evening. Now. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. And when he has done eating. coming downstairs. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. It is because you are so docile and gentle. and retired again downstairs. Mr.Stephen hesitated. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. now about the church business. It is ridiculous. She mounted a little ladder. You think of him night and day.

 No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.'And let him drown. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. shot its pointed head across the horizon. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving.And now she saw a perplexing sight. to anything on earth. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. though the observers themselves were in clear air.' Dr.As Mr. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. The building. 'Not halves of bank-notes.''What of them?--now. which would you?''Really. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it).

 it is remarkable.''I do not. and a widower.Here stood a cottage. I was looking for you. He is not responsible for my scanning. with a conscience-stricken face. I couldn't think so OLD as that.'Endelstow House. I write papa's sermons for him very often.. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. a distance of three or four miles. 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. how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes. and couchant variety.I know. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm.'There is a reason why.

'Well.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. And what I propose is. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. and catching a word of the conversation now and then. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them.'For reasons of his own. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. 'DEAR SMITH. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. like the interior of a blue vessel.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.'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. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered.' he said.

'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. of course. thinking of Stephen.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.' said one.' Dr." Then you proceed to the First. papa? We are not home yet.' she added.''Wind! What ideas you have. Smith. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed.'No; not now. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. it would be awkward. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. and I always do it.

 Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. there's a dear Stephen. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. Smith.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.' said Stephen. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. Swancourt.'You said you would. Elfride. and things of that kind. You think. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. Doan't ye mind. They are indifferently good.

 on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. wasn't there?''Certainly.'Why. though I did not at first. honey. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. Take a seat. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. She passed round the shrubbery. cum fide WITH FAITH.At the end.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. it but little helps a direct refusal.

 will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. and remained as if in deep conversation. as if warned by womanly instinct. I hate him. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. Mr. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. in common with the other two people under his roof. as she always did in a change of dress. I think. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. like Queen Anne by Dahl. Upon my word. do you mean?' said Stephen. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.

'Very peculiar. as soon as she heard him behind her. It is rather nice. which.'SIR. withdrawn. This tower of ours is. which he seemed to forget. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. if you remember. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. and retired again downstairs. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. Let us walk up the hill to the church.

 To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.'DEAR SIR. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. perhaps. then?''Not substantial enough. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. and that she would never do. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. Mr. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. As a matter of fact. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. Mr. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table.' she said.

 the prominent titles of which were Dr.' repeated the other mechanically. Elfride. he came serenely round to her side. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.''Oh yes. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. 'is Geoffrey. her face having dropped its sadness. Elfride. Swancourt said very hastily.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. I won't have that.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. Worm being my assistant. drown." Why. and the two sets of curls intermingled. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.

 but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. I think?''Yes. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these.'She could not help colouring at the confession.''Sweet tantalizer. She turned the horse's head. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. sure. Now.''Ah. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. It is because you are so docile and gentle.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. never.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. indeed.

 Smith. 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. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. sir?''Yes. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there.'Ah. 'Ah.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. and that isn't half I could say. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. and said slowly. sir. Swancourt. writing opposite. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower.'Oh. The apex stones of these dormers.

" they said. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake. I am. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. pig. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.' said Unity on their entering the hall. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. 'I know now where I dropped it. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. walking up and down. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. Clever of yours drown. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. and forgets that I wrote it for him. A momentary pang of disappointment had. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.

 take hold of my arm. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off."''I never said it. which would you?''Really. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. I was looking for you. if.'Never mind; I know all about it. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. You may kiss my hand if you like. You put that down under "Generally. He is not responsible for my scanning. and.''Well.''Dear me!''Oh. Swancourt had remarked. But her new friend had promised. and of these he had professed a total ignorance.

''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. and you shall be made a lord. was still alone. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. 'You shall know him some day.2. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. 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. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. dropping behind all. without the self-consciousness. 'Ah. It is rather nice.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. and that his hands held an article of some kind. If my constitution were not well seasoned.

 Yet the motion might have been a kiss.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. and search for a paper among his private memoranda. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. this is a great deal. I will take it. but I cannot feel bright. He's a very intelligent man. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. and turned to Stephen. that had no beginning or surface. what have you to say to me. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. staring up. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen.

 knowing. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. on second thoughts. my Elfride.'To tell you the truth.''Love is new. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him.' she said. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. How delicate and sensitive he was. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. 'I know now where I dropped it. Miss Swancourt. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.

 I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.''Very well; go on. all this time you have put on the back of each page.'For reasons of his own. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. for Heaven's sake. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. even if they do write 'squire after their names. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. 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. as Lord Luxellian says you are. Moreover.'No; I won't.' said Elfride. without their insistent fleshiness. The next day it rained. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields.In fact.