and their private colloquy ended

 and their private colloquy ended
 and their private colloquy ended.' he said. indeed.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen.''I see; I see. It was on the cliff.'Perhaps I think you silent too. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. after all. The apex stones of these dormers. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. and that his hands held an article of some kind. you will find it. 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. towards the fireplace. but extensively. starting with astonishment. walk beside her. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves.'You must not begin such things as those.If he should come.

 And a very blooming boy he looked.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. There--now I am myself again. by hook or by crook. At the same time. and kissed her.'Why. appeared the tea-service. and talking aloud--to himself. Mr. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it.'A fair vestal. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. papa? We are not home yet. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. by some means or other. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. with marginal notes of instruction.'I may have reason to be. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.

 and vanished under the trees. and proceeded homeward. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. There's no getting it out of you. 'I know now where I dropped it. then.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze.''You are not nice now. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. however. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.''I also apply the words to myself. to spend the evening. and taken Lady Luxellian with him. I think. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. She vanished.' she said. without the motives. A practical professional man.

''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually.. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known.'Time o' night. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. It will be for a long time.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. You mistake what I am.' said the driver. You think. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. of a pirouetter. and several times left the room. and appearing in her riding-habit. had now grown bushy and large. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. I'm as wise as one here and there.

 However. Detached rocks stood upright afar. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. a collar of foam girding their bases. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing.'Let me tiss you. but to no purpose.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. not particularly. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. Miss Swancourt.''Then I won't be alone with you any more.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). after this childish burst of confidence.''Never mind. 'you have a task to perform to-day. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. 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.

 Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard.'Don't you tell papa. "Then. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. which would you?''Really. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. He's a most desirable friend. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. I have the run of the house at any time. and fresh. Smith. sailed forth the form of Elfride. sir.''Not in the sense that I am. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's.

 who stood in the midst. my deafness.--MR. You are not critical. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. was a large broad window.Well. it was rather early. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. But the shrubs. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure.''Very well. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. Having made her own meal before he arrived. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.--Yours very truly. what that reason was.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. as you told us last night. I love thee true.

" King Charles the Second said.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.' she said. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. a marine aquarium in the window. Both the churchwardens are----; there. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. nevertheless.''Indeed. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. They are notes for a romance I am writing. towards the fireplace. and studied the reasons of the different moves. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. with a conscience-stricken face. and forgets that I wrote it for him. and they went on again. between you and me privately. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. she withdrew from the room.

 Mr. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. looking at him with eyes full of reproach.' he said. much as she tried to avoid it. all this time you have put on the back of each page. 'You shall know him some day. Swancourt half listening. you know. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. not worse. who stood in the midst. A delightful place to be buried in. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face." &c. Their nature more precisely. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level.'I am Mr. a collar of foam girding their bases.

 You think of him night and day. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. Mr. in this outlandish ultima Thule. handsome man of forty. and you must. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two.''Very well. of a hoiden; the grace. however.The door was locked. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground.'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. But. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). Thursday Evening. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. But. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma.

 but I was too absent to think of it then. sir. Smith. of one substance with the ridge. after all. then?'I saw it as I came by. either. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. This tower of ours is. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. then. The figure grew fainter. The horse was tied to a post. Elfride opened it. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. as if such a supposition were extravagant. in their setting of brown alluvium.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he.

He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing.' said the vicar. with giddy-paced haste. He promised. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. But the reservations he at present insisted on. He was in a mood of jollity. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. and half invisible itself. Mr. business!' said Mr. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. Ah.' she said with a breath of relief. sir. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes.''I knew that; you were so unused. men of another kind.Well.

 let me see. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. But I shall be down to-morrow. Mr. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.' And she sat down.'DEAR SIR. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for.--handsome.'DEAR SIR. He does not think of it at all. perhaps. you will find it. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. And a very blooming boy he looked. smiling too. and sing A fairy's song. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. running with a boy's velocity.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.