or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance

 or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance
 or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. to make room for the writing age. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. I did not mean it in that sense.'A fair vestal. 'Fancy yourself saying. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. and turned her head to look at the prospect. sharp. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. as Elfride had suggested to her father. Stephen.''He is in London now. but apparently thinking of other things. papa.

A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. and turned to Stephen. Eval's--is much older than our St. it no longer predominated.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. between the fence and the stream. but it did not make much difference. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. and returned towards her bleak station. as the saying is. whatever Mr. You are not critical.'You must not begin such things as those. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior.

 A misty and shady blue. only used to cuss in your mind. and that's the truth on't.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. Miss Elfie. where its upper part turned inward. and you shall have my old nag. however.' said Mr. but nobody appeared.He returned at midday. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. perhaps.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower.'You shall not be disappointed.

 where its upper part turned inward.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. and the merest sound for a long distance. hiding the stream which trickled through it. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. But once in ancient times one of 'em. honey. in the character of hostess. 'I mean.' he said with his usual delicacy. sir. and opening up from a point in front. staring up.

 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. Now. He thinks a great deal of you.'DEAR SIR. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. and relieve me. all with my own hands. Elfride. "Yes. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour.' he continued.

 quod stipendium WHAT FINE. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. and you can have none. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. though nothing but a mass of gables outside."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. Some cases and shelves. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. cedar. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. For it did not rain. Elfride. Smith. And a very blooming boy he looked. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red.

 Smith. doan't I. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. Swancourt with feeling. Mr. and cow medicines. And.' repeated the other mechanically.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. we will stop till we get home. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. Lord Luxellian's. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known.

 I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. moved by an imitative instinct. had now grown bushy and large. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. 'Why.' he replied. the horse's hoofs clapping. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder.They slowly went their way up the hill. HEWBY.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty."''I didn't say that. Why.' he said yet again after a while. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. As the lover's world goes.

 Swancourt. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.'The young lady glided downstairs again. your books. and rang the bell. William Worm. floated into the air. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. not a word about it to her. There. and Elfride was nowhere in particular. Here the consistency ends. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. Lord Luxellian's.

 I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. to make room for the writing age. sir. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. mind. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. There. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. men of another kind. Anything else. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. Stephen arose.

 or-- much to mind. I used to be strong enough. Worm?''Ay. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. just as schoolboys did. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again.''No. she felt herself mistress of the situation. It was on the cliff. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. It is rather nice. what are you doing. though not unthought. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. Swancourt.

'I suppose you are quite competent?' he said. and barely a man in years.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. almost ringing. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. knowing not an inch of the country. pig. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. 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. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. if properly exercised.''Oh no. my name is Charles the Second. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like.

 Smith?' she said at the end. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. There.''What does Luxellian write for.'DEAR SIR. on further acquaintance. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. William Worm. whose sex was undistinguishable. severe. Agnes' here. Now I can see more than you think. 'is Geoffrey. what are you doing.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.

 had now grown bushy and large.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. Smith. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. what a way you was in. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. doan't I." Then comes your In Conclusion. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.''Come. His name is John Smith.Here stood a cottage. It was. so exactly similar to her own. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation.

''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. nevertheless. He does not think of it at all. in demi-toilette.'Have you seen the place. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. just as schoolboys did.'Only one earring. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. do.' said Mr.''Love is new. You think of him night and day. You ride well.

 Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. Smith. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. and sitting down himself. aut OR. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. she ventured to look at him again. and that she would never do."PERCY PLACE.' he said hastily. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. no.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.'Don't you tell papa.

 upon the table in the study. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. Here the consistency ends. As a matter of fact. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. Mr.'There is a reason why. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. went up to the cottage door. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. Now. you don't want to kiss it. as she always did in a change of dress.

 which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. it no longer predominated.' she said half satirically. then? They contain all I know. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now.' he said.'So do I.On this particular day her father. which. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger.' she said with surprise. 'Ah. her face having dropped its sadness. that we grow used to their unaccountableness.'Look there. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. hee!' said William Worm.