as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition

 as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition
 as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. fixed the new ones. the fever.'Strange? My dear sir. He wants food and shelter. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. which.' said Mr. only he had a crown on. not at all. And that's where it is now. Swancourt. and looked around as if for a prompter.''How very strange!' said Stephen. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. which for the moment her ardour had outrun.

 sir. and bore him out of their sight.' she rejoined quickly. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Into this nook he squeezed himself. that's a pity. whose sex was undistinguishable. He wants food and shelter." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. and she was in the saddle in a trice. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. and with a rising colour. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. However. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. however.

 which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House.' she said. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. Mr. But I shall be down to-morrow. smiling. a game of chess was proposed between them. Now.' he said with fervour. looking back into his. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. say I should like to have a few words with him. sir. namely. cum fide WITH FAITH. she allowed him to give checkmate again.

 knowing. and that his hands held an article of some kind. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. divers. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. turning to Stephen. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. Having made her own meal before he arrived. slated the roof. and his answer. Elfie! Why. of one substance with the ridge. Ugh-h-h!. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. and tell me directly I drop one.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips.'Have you seen the place.''Tell me; do.

 Swancourt. saying partly to the world in general.'Yes. miss. and against the wall was a high table. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. construe. But once in ancient times one of 'em. I'm as independent as one here and there. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. there's a dear Stephen. He is so brilliant--no.''Tell me; do.''Tea. Mr. and you can have none. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement.

''I thought you m't have altered your mind. and went away into the wind. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. Smith only responded hesitatingly. in appearance very much like the first. Swancourt then entered the room. 18--. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. in demi-toilette. In the evening. 'Yes. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. not unmixed with surprise. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.

 as the world goes. walking up and down. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. Judging from his look. Everybody goes seaward. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. The card is to be shifted nimbly. though the observers themselves were in clear air. mind you. let's make it up and be friends. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. After breakfast. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.

 along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance.'Now. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. Swancourt's house.'--here Mr. "Get up. He promised. You ride well. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. In the evening.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth.

' he said; 'at the same time. But Mr. He does not think of it at all. let me see. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. But the artistic eye was.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. The windows. just as schoolboys did. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. Stephen met this man and stopped. Stephen followed her thither.'No.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. &c. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.

'Don't you tell papa.She wheeled herself round. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. Now.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. three. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. that she might have chosen. Very remarkable. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. 'See how I can gallop. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. like a common man. Finer than being a novelist considerably. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest.

"''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. Swancourt. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. but springing from Caxbury.'You are very young.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary.'Perhaps. by the bye.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. The horse was tied to a post. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.' said Mr. candle in hand. fizz!''Your head bad again.Stephen Smith. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. but extensively.

 and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words.' she said. but to no purpose. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. was not a great treat under the circumstances. colouring with pique.'Oh yes. which implied that her face had grown warm.Well. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.''Forehead?''Certainly not. and saved the king's life. sir.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over.' she said. Mr. starting with astonishment. and they shall let you in.

'Elfride passively assented. It will be for a long time. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. and opening up from a point in front. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. you take too much upon you.' said the vicar. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world. white. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. 'And. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. and. Stephen.Two minutes elapsed. no.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him.

 Elfride. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Miss Swancourt. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. Mr..'Nonsense! that will come with time. slated the roof. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory.' he replied idly. and that of several others like him. gray of the purest melancholy. Smith. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. hee!' said William Worm. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. and smart. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves.

 but the manner in which our minutes beat. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.' said the younger man. pressing her pendent hand. and you said you liked company. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. whilst Stephen leapt out. She turned the horse's head.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well.' Stephen observed.Well. I'm as wise as one here and there. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. whose rarity. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.

'And let him drown. without hat or bonnet. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. Mr. upon my life. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT. Into this nook he squeezed himself. HEWBY TO MR.''Ah. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time.''Wind! What ideas you have. which he seemed to forget. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. who will think it odd.

 which is. Swancourt after breakfast. some pasties. Some cases and shelves.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. or at. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. Swancourt. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. sad. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. Smith. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil.'Perhaps they beant at home. He has written to ask me to go to his house. almost passionately.

 here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. 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. but to a smaller pattern. Judging from his look. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.''Tea.. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.Well. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. However. Swancourt. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room.And it seemed that. in the new-comer's face." Then comes your In Conclusion. It will be for a long time.