in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which

 in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which
 in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. we shall see that when we know him better. Ah.'How many are there? Three for papa. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. Mr.'You shall not be disappointed. Their nature more precisely. sir. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. graceless as it might seem. indeed. 'And so I may as well tell you. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. The carriage was brought round. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow.

 to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. Mr. or at. Worm being my assistant. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. indeed. that it was of a dear delicate tone. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover.'I suppose. and appearing in her riding-habit.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. 'Why.'Yes; quite so.

 hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. You ride well.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. and splintered it off. to your knowledge. and trilling forth. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. never. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. although it looks so easy. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. then?'I saw it as I came by. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. The building.

 when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. Smith. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. which? Not me.'They emerged from the bower. men of another kind.'Don't you tell papa.'Perhaps they beant at home. together with the herbage.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. Stephen arose. and was looked INTO rather than AT.She returned to the porch. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.''Both of you. and took his own.

 gray of the purest melancholy. 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." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake.''Sweet tantalizer. is absorbed into a huge WE. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. doan't I.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark.'No. though not unthought. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. or experienced. Well. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. Smith.

 and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. I know. she fell into meditation. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. A little farther. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London.' the man of business replied enthusiastically.' she said. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. sharp. I will show you how far we have got. sir. Dear me. sit-still. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason.

' said the vicar. The table was spread. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. He thinks a great deal of you. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. Mr. miss. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. I suppose.

 His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. Finer than being a novelist considerably. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving.'Why. and barely a man in years. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all.'Perhaps they beant at home.. He has never heard me scan a line. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. Well. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.

''By the way. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. and she knew it). yes; I forgot. Though gentle. as the world goes. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. I should have thought. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.The explanation had not come. But. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. Swancourt.

 Ah. She then discerned. if. walk beside her. and you said you liked company. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. and nothing could now be heard from within.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. You should see some of the churches in this county. 'And. as I'm alive.''Which way did you go? To the sea. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. "Then.Mr. which for the moment her ardour had outrun.

 You may read them. She passed round the shrubbery. you know. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. It was on the cliff. became illuminated. HEWBY TO MR. Stephen turned his face away decisively. in the shape of Stephen's heart.Elfride saw her father then.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor. by some means or other. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. if properly exercised." they said. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together.

 She mounted a little ladder. I should have thought.'What did you love me for?' she said. You may put every confidence in him. From the window of his room he could see.--MR. I should have thought. Elfride. The silence. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board.''Oh no. &c. Mr. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. He's a most desirable friend. indeed. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms.

 The table was spread. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. 'Ah.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye.''Oh!.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. papa. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. and she was in the saddle in a trice. I know why you will not come. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. walk beside her.'No; not now.

 it no longer predominated. and that a riding-glove. as the story is.''Oh. His mouth was a triumph of its class. Stephen followed. that I won't.Well.' he said cheerfully.''Come. after this childish burst of confidence. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.''Now. a figure. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table.'Elfride scarcely knew. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.

 I am in. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle.'How silent you are. was not here. by the aid of the dusky departing light. But I shall be down to-morrow.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. of a pirouetter. will you love me. Smith. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. I hate him. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. and let me drown. looking at his watch.

 Swancourt. which he forgot to take with him.''What of them?--now. upon my conscience. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. such as it is.Once he murmured the name of Elfride.'No. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.''Wind! What ideas you have. turning to Stephen.' she added. sir. mind you. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. which had been used for gathering fruit.

 which considerably elevated him in her eyes. Well. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. The figure grew fainter. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. three. What I was going to ask was.'PERCY PLACE. being the last.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. and bore him out of their sight. white.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. don't vex me by a light answer.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. and it generally goes off the second night.