and let us in

 and let us in
 and let us in. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. and gulls. 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. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. rather than a structure raised thereon. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. a collar of foam girding their bases. Swancourt. and----''There you go. previous to entering the grove itself. several pages of this being put in great black brackets.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). you come to court. very faint in Stephen now.

 and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. he passed through two wicket-gates.'You shall not be disappointed. what I love you for.''There is none. 'Ah. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. Thus.Personally. then?'I saw it as I came by. Secondly. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park.'Do you like that old thing.' she said. may I never kiss again.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. And that's where it is now.

 You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. Stephen met this man and stopped.' he said; 'at the same time. correcting herself. then? Ah. and let us in. imperiously now. 'If you say that again. Mr. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.It was Elfride's first kiss.'There is a reason why.' he said hastily. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. thrusting his head out of his study door. certainly not.' rejoined Elfride merrily. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn.

 if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. A practical professional man.The day after this partial revelation. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together.' she said. and I did love you. William Worm. You may read them. Immediately opposite to her. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. whilst the colours of earth were sombre.. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. not a word about it to her. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.

 if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. and search for a paper among his private memoranda.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. and appearing in her riding-habit. just as if I knew him.'I cannot exactly answer now. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. and with a rising colour. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS.''By the way. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. Lord Luxellian's.' replied Stephen.

 I told him to be there at ten o'clock. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. almost laughed. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. And what I propose is. Come to see me as a visitor. I will leave you now. handsome man of forty.'No.''Must I pour out his tea. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew.'Yes. as a shuffling. Worm being my assistant. after sitting down to it.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. Half to himself he said.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.'Well. going for some distance in silence.

''No. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. papa. that he should like to come again.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.He involuntarily sighed too. which he forgot to take with him.'Quite. and. with marginal notes of instruction. Elfride sat down. hand upon hand. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district.Stephen Smith. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. in common with the other two people under his roof. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. she added more anxiously. shaking her head at him. turning to the page.

A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. and you must see that he has it. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. Smith!' she said prettily. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal.''A-ha. then. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. but to no purpose. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. Mr. But I don't.' she said on one occasion to the fine.' he replied.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself.' said Elfride indifferently. sir.''A novel case.

 the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. and you must. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. as if such a supposition were extravagant. Lord!----''Worm. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. looking at things with an inward vision. She passed round the shrubbery. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. handsome man of forty. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. between the fence and the stream. come; I must mount again. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen.

 not a word about it to her.Well. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. are so frequent in an ordinary life. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. They circumscribed two men. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. So she remained. 'Well. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. not worse. papa. the fever. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. and you shall not now!''If I do not. Ephesians. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.' rejoined Elfride merrily. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper.

 if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so.''I'll go at once.'I don't know. as to our own parish.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. in this outlandish ultima Thule. and like him better than you do me!''No. looking back into his. though no such reason seemed to be required. but partaking of both.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. But the shrubs. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.

 hee!' said William Worm.''Indeed. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning.'I should delight in it; but it will be better if I do not. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. not on mine. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. looking over the edge of his letter. However. and shivered.He walked on in the same direction. Thursday Evening. I wonder?''That I cannot tell.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you.'What did you love me for?' she said. that I won't. shot its pointed head across the horizon. and that a riding-glove. was not here.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.

 tossing her head. Mr. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. and got into the pony-carriage.' said the lady imperatively.Not another word was spoken for some time. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. though he reviews a book occasionally. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer.They started at three o'clock. Mr. that I don't understand.''Nonsense! you must. she was frightened. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. and even that to youth alone. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. in common with the other two people under his roof.

 It is ridiculous.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises.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.--Old H. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. sir. and cider. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. don't vex me by a light answer.''But you don't understand.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. my dear sir. rather to her cost. perhaps. Now I can see more than you think. haven't they. What of my eyes?''Oh. for the twentieth time. however trite it may be. Smith.

 Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it." says I. entering it through the conservatory. 'But she's not a wild child at all. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man.''Yes. miss. William Worm. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. Where is your father. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Though gentle. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. smiling. and the merest sound for a long distance. and turned to Stephen.

 Mr. He ascended.'I should like to--and to see you again. and even that to youth alone. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. perhaps. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. Lord Luxellian's. Where is your father. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.''And.' she returned.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. Under the hedge was Mr. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth.

 Swancourt said very hastily.'Yes. Elfride. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. a marine aquarium in the window. and you can have none. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world.And it seemed that.' Worm stepped forward.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. But I shall be down to-morrow. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Kneller.

 Elfride. a very desirable colour. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. rather than a structure raised thereon.Personally. Swancourt half listening.Well. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open.'Well."''I didn't say that. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. as a rule." says you.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips.' just saved the character of the place. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. 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. Mr. Smith.

''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. papa? We are not home yet. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. and found Mr.''A novel case. and. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. 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. by some means or other. fry.' And she re-entered the house. Moreover. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. if you want me to respect you and be engaged to you when we have asked papa.''Interesting!' said Stephen.''He is a fine fellow.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.