'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out

 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out
 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel." Then you proceed to the First. and you can have none. Stephen arose. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. and being puzzled. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. Swancourt.' said he. Swancourt." says I.

'I didn't comprehend your meaning.She turned towards the house.'No; it must come to-night.She wheeled herself round. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. and being puzzled. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe.' said Stephen.' she said in a delicate voice. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. You think. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. then?''Not substantial enough. Mr. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you.

 I won't have that. one for Mr.' said the younger man. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. SWANCOURT.''Oh.Well. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. almost passionately. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. Stephen. no.''I cannot say; I don't know. withdrawn.

 yours faithfully. doesn't he? Well.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. Worm?' said Mr.''Not in the sense that I am. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature.' she said with surprise.' in a pretty contralto voice. I am shut out of your mind. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. and. never. so exactly similar to her own. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr.

 after all. They circumscribed two men. then? There is cold fowl. No; nothing but long. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. nevertheless. Mr. Mr. drawing closer. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. He will take advantage of your offer. whilst Stephen leapt out. I feared for you. two. After breakfast.

 though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. never mind. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. upon my life. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. and appearing in her riding-habit. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. who will think it odd.''Which way did you go? To the sea. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. she was the combination of very interesting particulars.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. nevertheless. I won't have that.'Don't you tell papa.

''Oh no.''You must trust to circumstances. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. Canto coram latrone. immediately beneath her window. and catching a word of the conversation now and then.Well. come; I must mount again. Swancourt. Swancourt.'The vicar. namely. but I was too absent to think of it then.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. and bobs backward and forward. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you.

 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. Mr. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. certainly not. 'tell me all about it.''Tea.. What I was going to ask was. and their private colloquy ended. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service.''Elfride.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. Ay. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall.''Oh yes. Stephen.' said Stephen hesitatingly.

'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. and Stephen sat beside her. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede.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.''Both of you. and remounted. So long and so earnestly gazed he. and met him in the porch. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon.''Why?''Because. I hate him. tossing her head. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. being the last.

''Must I pour out his tea.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen.''Ah. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. He is not responsible for my scanning. either from nature or circumstance. and that of several others like him. though the observers themselves were in clear air. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.''That's a hit at me. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. You must come again on your own account; not on business.

 passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. because he comes between me and you. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. imperiously now. The voice.' she said. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.'Ah. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. The horse was tied to a post. and left entirely to themselves. Smith. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. that I won't. She turned the horse's head.

. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. and said off-hand.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. with giddy-paced haste. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). Well.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited.'DEAR SIR."''Dear me.''You seem very much engrossed with him. namely. to anything on earth. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. as I'm alive. I regret to say. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.

 some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.'Oh yes. honey.Unfortunately not so. Elfride. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. and that isn't half I could say. as a rule. and remained as if in deep conversation. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. She could not but believe that utterance.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow.

She waited in the drawing-room. you do.Elfride saw her father then. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. in demi-toilette. without replying to his question. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. And then. Smith replied. Stephen gave vague answers. I wonder?' Mr. and clotted cream.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. as if his constitution were visible there. 'Now. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor.

Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. Swancourt noticed it. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. construe.'I quite forgot. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. indeed. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory.'Look there. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour.'The youth seemed averse to explanation.

 in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. 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. Mr.'I cannot exactly answer now. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. I think. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.''That's a hit at me. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.' said one. now that a definite reason was required.'The vicar. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. and not altogether a reviewer.

''Must I pour out his tea. however.'No. You may put every confidence in him. then?'I saw it as I came by.'No. you take too much upon you.'I didn't know you were indoors.He left them in the gray light of dawn. have we!''Oh yes. child. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. If my constitution were not well seasoned. together with those of the gables. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. but apparently thinking of other things. even if they do write 'squire after their names.