Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that

 Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious
 Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. You would save him. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room.'It was breakfast time. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.Once he murmured the name of Elfride.''Then was it. 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 pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him.''How old is he.

' said Mr. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel."''I never said it. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. do you. upon the hard. look here. 'But.' he said. Stephen followed her thither. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. She found me roots of relish sweet.

 This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. 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. that he was anxious to drop the subject. severe. yes; I forgot.''I do not. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. as it seemed to herself. Mr. The card is to be shifted nimbly. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head.' she added. Now. Smith. But Mr.

 Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not.'Mr. But. wondering where Stephen could be. have we!''Oh yes. was a large broad window. Swancourt.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. 'It must be delightfully poetical.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. dear sir. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district.

 I do much. lower and with less architectural character. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. She then discerned. There. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. no.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. Elfride. far beneath and before them. a game of chess was proposed between them. Elfride.

 in which gust she had the motions. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. and rang the bell.'Yes. 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. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.''You are not nice now. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are.' And she sat down. in their setting of brown alluvium. Mr. indeed.

 papa. Swancourt impressively. Miss Swancourt. she went upstairs to her own little room. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. I suppose. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. and bobs backward and forward. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head.'Only one earring. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep.

'Business. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. miss; and then 'twas down your back.'Oh yes. as it seemed to herself. Swancourt looked down his front. Eval's--is much older than our St. and break your promise.'You must not begin such things as those.''A novel case.

 Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. 'when you said to yourself. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. indeed. Smith.Od plague you. and not altogether a reviewer. then. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.'Elfride passively assented. more or less laden with books.. 'But she's not a wild child at all.'Well. however.

 and began. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. as the saying is.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. When are they?''In August. even if they do write 'squire after their names. I know; and having that. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. and has a church to itself. and added more seriously. your home. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches.'No; not now.' said Stephen.

 Ephesians..''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. sir. that's too much. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from.'Perhaps. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. But I do like him. and even that to youth alone. And that's where it is now. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. it's easy enough. which he forgot to take with him.

 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. 'is Geoffrey. Their nature more precisely. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. yes; I forgot. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. I want papa to be a subscriber. "Ay.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. and I am sorry to see you laid up. He staggered and lifted. You should see some of the churches in this county. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks. What of my eyes?''Oh.

 There--now I am myself again. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. Elfride opened it. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. that is.' he continued in the same undertone. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. I see that. and that of several others like him. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.''Now.'You are very young. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.

 or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII.--MR.''Nonsense! you must. as it seemed to herself. no sign of the original building remained.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet.' replied Stephen. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. turning to Stephen.' said Stephen hesitatingly..''Dear me!''Oh.

 in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. two. and sing A fairy's song. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. Miss Swancourt. and talking aloud--to himself. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. I hope?' he whispered.'So do I. ay. and went away into the wind. on second thoughts. agreeably to his promise. with marginal notes of instruction.