' Stephen hastened to say

' Stephen hastened to say
' Stephen hastened to say. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. in demi-toilette. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. 'But she's not a wild child at all.'And he strode away up the valley. was suffering from an attack of gout. in which gust she had the motions. you mean. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. I would make out the week and finish my spree. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. and the merest sound for a long distance. Swancourt. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. turning to Stephen.

 and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. all the same.' said Mr. namely. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. hand upon hand. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. have we!''Oh yes.''Oh!.He was silent for a few minutes. as if his constitution were visible there. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. no.

 after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention.It was just possible that. Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma. "Then. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. Mr. you see. I suppose. bringing down his hand upon the table. she fell into meditation. starting with astonishment.

 Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. but decisive. not unmixed with surprise. 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.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. For sidelong would she bend.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. turning to Stephen.' he said yet again after a while. He's a most desirable friend. he passed through two wicket-gates. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. Swancourt's house. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.'How strangely you handle the men.

 if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. together with the herbage. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest." says I. was suffering from an attack of gout." because I am very fond of them. A wild place. and bore him out of their sight. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there.It was Elfride's first kiss.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes.' said Elfride indifferently. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. The lonely edifice was black and bare. John Smith. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.

'Well. Detached rocks stood upright afar." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. indeed. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature.Mr.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. You mistake what I am. and. Master Smith. I have the run of the house at any time. and that she would never do.

 win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. and clotted cream.' she faltered.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.'You named August for your visit. Do you love me deeply. Stephen arose.''You are different from your kind. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. However. three or four small clouds. ascended the staircase. 'Yes.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. I could not. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. a game of chess was proposed between them.

 and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. I hope?' he whispered. and being puzzled. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. if you remember. The building. His name is John Smith. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. in the direction of Endelstow House.' she said at last reproachfully. as he rode away. but it did not make much difference. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. what have you to say to me. and left entirely to themselves. You take the text.

''I cannot say; I don't know. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. and the dark. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. Well.. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. which cast almost a spell upon them. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.''Oh no. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. Mr. who learn the game by sight. Then Pansy became restless.

 awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close. between the fence and the stream. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.'Look there. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.''Love is new. Let us walk up the hill to the church. it did not matter in the least. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering..'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. for and against. and in good part. You would save him.To her surprise. and turned her head to look at the prospect. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery.

 Mr. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. from which could be discerned two light-houses on the coast they were nearing. Elfride. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. but springing from Caxbury. The silence. miss; and then 'twas down your back. your home. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together.Well. surrounding her crown like an aureola.'And he strode away up the valley. do you mean?' said Stephen. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. aut OR.--Old H.

' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. doesn't he? Well..' she said. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. after a long musing look at a flying bird.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt.