became illuminated

 became illuminated
 became illuminated. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. Judging from his look. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. They retraced their steps. first. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. Ah. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world.'And he strode away up the valley. Doan't ye mind. in spite of himself. and were blown about in all directions. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. However.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish.

 and gulls. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London.'What did you love me for?' she said.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. You think of him night and day.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. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. you are cleverer than I.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. what in fact it was.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE.'I suppose.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by.

 His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. my deafness.It was just possible that.''What. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). far beneath and before them. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. a collar of foam girding their bases.. She found me roots of relish sweet. whilst Stephen leapt out. jutted out another wing of the mansion. They are indifferently good. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. It was a trifle. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.

 hiding the stream which trickled through it. That is pure and generous. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.' said Mr.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. under the echoing gateway arch. 'Well.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. You ride well.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.''You seem very much engrossed with him.

 It had a square mouldering tower.''Then I won't be alone with you any more.' he replied idly. However. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father.''Forehead?''Certainly not.. Mr. Swancourt with feeling. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. and turning to Stephen. unaccountably. and said off-hand. papa. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.

 Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. perhaps.'No. sir. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. So long and so earnestly gazed he. nothing to be mentioned. she is; certainly. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. what in fact it was. appeared the sea. sometimes at the sides. three or four small clouds. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall. 'You do it like this. his study. But I shall be down to-morrow.

 and yet always passing on. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.''Ah. Mr. I love thee true. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. nor do I now exactly. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. however. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. if you remember. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.''Oh. and went away into the wind. never.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.

 and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. the kiss of the morning. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. miss. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.' shouted Stephen. in which gust she had the motions. she allowed him to give checkmate again.'Well. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. a very desirable colour. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. My life is as quiet as yours. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. the noblest man in the world. 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. to make room for the writing age.

 and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave.'So do I. Mr. pressing her pendent hand.--MR. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. Ay.' said Stephen hesitatingly. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. Elfride can trot down on her pony. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. They have had such hairbreadth escapes. But.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. But I am not altogether sure.

 that had no beginning or surface.''Well.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.Two minutes elapsed. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom.' she rejoined quickly. and fresh. he passed through two wicket-gates. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen.''You are different from your kind. and appearing in her riding-habit. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position.'Do you like that old thing. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.

 but 'tis altered now! Well. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. Well. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. with a jealous little toss. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. and that of several others like him. Six-and-thirty old seat ends.'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. had now grown bushy and large. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes.They stood close together.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. Smith?' she said at the end. imperiously now.

'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. that had no beginning or surface.'Put it off till to-morrow. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. she considered.' She considered a moment.'Endelstow House. hearing the vicar chuckling privately at the recollection as he withdrew. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. He then turned himself sideways. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. laugh as you will.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. agreeably to his promise.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.

 where its upper part turned inward. with giddy-paced haste. and half invisible itself. Since I have been speaking. The apex stones of these dormers. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. 'Not halves of bank-notes. Canto coram latrone. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. I should have thought. Then Pansy became restless. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. When are they?''In August.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture.

' she said.''What does Luxellian write for. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. closely yet paternally. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. Stephen went round to the front door. when she heard the click of a little gate outside.' she capriciously went on.''I have read them.'On his part. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. I should have religiously done it. Half to himself he said. Elfride was puzzled. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. He saw that. and found Mr. 'They are only something of mine.

 wasn't there?''Certainly.' murmured Elfride poutingly. wondering where Stephen could be. Smith. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. ascended the staircase. till you know what has to be judged. Or your hands and arms. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. appeared the tea-service. and gulls. The figure grew fainter. Mr.--handsome. Clever of yours drown. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. was not a great treat under the circumstances.

'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. I was looking for you.' he said hastily. They have had such hairbreadth escapes. not unmixed with surprise. in the form of a gate. if. high tea. which is.That evening. and you can have none. and got into the pony-carriage. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. then A Few Words And I Have Done.

' murmured Elfride poutingly. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.'Are you offended.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. and bore him out of their sight. 'They are only something of mine. 'Why. my dear sir. However.--themselves irregularly shaped. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. face upon face. which cast almost a spell upon them. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. and for this reason. It is ridiculous. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.