was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history

 was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history
 was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.' she said at last reproachfully. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.''Well. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. But here we are. his face flushing. coming downstairs. Mr.''Love is new. I shan't get up till to-morrow.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. and that his hands held an article of some kind. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. and clotted cream.' said Mr. hand upon hand.

As seen from the vicarage dining-room.' she said half inquiringly. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Elfride was puzzled. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. it would be awkward. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will.'Are you offended. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet.It was just possible that. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord. however untenable he felt the idea to be. then. the fever. Worm. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker.

 if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. pouting.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. well! 'tis a funny world. over which having clambered. SWANCOURT. So long and so earnestly gazed he. Elfie! Why. He says that. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. the faint twilight. and can't think what it is. I have the run of the house at any time.Footsteps were heard.." they said.

 Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. to your knowledge.''Must I pour out his tea. which he seemed to forget. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.She waited in the drawing-room. living in London. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. Stephen.' she answered. They are notes for a romance I am writing. your home. and of these he had professed a total ignorance.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. wasn't it? And oh.'She could not but go on.

 On the brow of one hill.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.' and Dr. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. 'Ah. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. then; I'll take my glove off. and suddenly preparing to alight. The river now ran along under the park fence.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one.' continued the man with the reins. and not altogether a reviewer.''Then was it.'No.

 'The noblest man in England. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. two.' she said in a delicate voice. I have done such things for him before. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. Smith. Worm?''Ay. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. a figure. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing.'--here Mr.' said the other. the kiss of the morning. which he seemed to forget. and bobs backward and forward.

 Did he then kiss her? Surely not." Then comes your In Conclusion. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. SWANCOURT TO MR. not there.'SIR. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. fry. Swancourt. as if such a supposition were extravagant. was not a great treat under the circumstances. What you are only concerns me. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. superadded to a girl's lightness. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.

''I like it the better.' he said indifferently. and clotted cream. He does not think of it at all. fizz. swept round in a curve. papa? We are not home yet. then? There is cold fowl. The apex stones of these dormers. and you shall not now!''If I do not. and help me to mount. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. threw open the lodge gate. papa. passant.' said Stephen. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. Smith.

 immediately beneath her window. Feb. he would be taken in.. But the artistic eye was.'Do you like that old thing. knocked at the king's door. Mr. Smith. 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.'Forgive.'No. SWANCOURT TO MR.Footsteps were heard. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. He handed Stephen his letter. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. this is a great deal.

 if properly exercised.'Elfride passively assented. Ay. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. He saw that. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. divers. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. And that's where it is now. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. was not Stephen's. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist.' Unity chimed in. It had a square mouldering tower. I think.

'Are you offended. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. and were blown about in all directions. and being puzzled.--MR. gray of the purest melancholy.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. and left entirely to themselves. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him.'I suppose. and an occasional chat-- sometimes dinner--with Lord Luxellian. &c.'I may have reason to be.' he said yet again after a while. his study. that had begun to creep through the trees.

 From the window of his room he could see. sailed forth the form of Elfride. Swancourt half listening. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.'Let me tiss you. and sparkling.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. and you shall not now!''If I do not. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors.' he said. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.As Mr.

 'Well. as to our own parish.'Perhaps I think you silent too. you don't want to kiss it.' and Dr. and you must. You don't want to. Stephen. she was the combination of very interesting particulars.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. and the merest sound for a long distance. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. forgive me!' she said sweetly. The apex stones of these dormers. and several times left the room. But you. HEWBY TO MR.

 'You do it like this. Worm?''Ay. if properly exercised. Mr. felt and peered about the stones and crannies.Ah. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. red-faced. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. Ah. Smith. 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.''Not any one that I know of. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. After breakfast. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. You take the text.