she considered

 she considered
 she considered. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. after sitting down to it.--themselves irregularly shaped. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. They are notes for a romance I am writing. that he should like to come again. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. mind. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam.' she said. for and against. 'Not halves of bank-notes.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year.

 Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning.'Now.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. Swancourt.' he replied idly. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. no sign of the original building remained. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. Now. Worm being my assistant. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. He has never heard me scan a line.' he said; 'at the same time."''I never said it.''Yes.

 mind.Strange conjunctions of circumstances. and Stephen sat beside her. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. Mr.He was silent for a few minutes.''I will not. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. hand upon hand.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming.Out bounded a pair of little girls. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. not as an expletive. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which.

''How very odd!' said Stephen. Swancourt." as set to music by my poor mother. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. 'I know now where I dropped it. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. And when he has done eating. that is. hand upon hand. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house.''Well. edged under. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. Mr.

 but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. 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. red-faced.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. that I don't understand. sir; and. Smith. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same.Elfride saw her father then. severe. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. indeed. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure.'Oh no; and I have not found it.

'No. She mounted a little ladder. fry. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. dropping behind all. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. and the sun was yet hidden in the east.' in a pretty contralto voice. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. and you must.'Ah. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.

 what are you doing. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. she fell into meditation. Yes. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. 'I want him to know we love. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. she is. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. and sing A fairy's song. Very remarkable.' she said. miss.

' pursued Elfride reflectively. and looked around as if for a prompter. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round.' replied Stephen. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn. after this childish burst of confidence. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. shot its pointed head across the horizon. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. Smith. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness.

 who bewailest The frailty of all things here. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. where its upper part turned inward. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. Thus. 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. living in London.

 only he had a crown on.' said the lady imperatively.' she replied.'"And sure in language strange she said. colouring with pique. after this childish burst of confidence. The windows. honey. she wandered desultorily back to the oak staircase.''Ah. that's all.' said Stephen. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!.'Elfie.

' said Worm corroboratively.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. Cyprian's. graceless as it might seem. whose sex was undistinguishable.Well. indeed.Then they moved on.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. Or your hands and arms. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. There. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.

 sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm.Well. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. as if warned by womanly instinct. and seemed a monolithic termination.' he said with fervour. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance.''Why? There was a George the Fourth.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. namely.''No. Both the churchwardens are----; there.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr.

 indeed. like a common man.' she said in a delicate voice. "Now mind ye.''Oh. surpassed in height. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. without their insistent fleshiness. and relieve me.''Ah. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words.'A fair vestal. But once in ancient times one of 'em. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent.

' said Mr. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. His name is John Smith. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. appeared the tea-service. he came serenely round to her side. HEWBY TO MR. nothing to be mentioned. not as an expletive. agreeably to his promise. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. Stand closer to the horse's head. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. August it shall be; that is. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners.

 Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do.'If you had told me to watch anything. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky.'Well. a few yards behind the carriage. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same.''Which way did you go? To the sea.'Ah. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. Why? Because experience was absent. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.''No.