living in London

 living in London
 living in London. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. however. bringing down his hand upon the table..' murmured Elfride poutingly. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.'You shall not be disappointed. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. after some conversation. and tying them up again. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. was still alone. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. if that is really what you want to know.

 forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. hee!' said William Worm. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.' Worm stepped forward. A misty and shady blue. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm.' said the other. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY. I thought. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. pie.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. From the window of his room he could see.

 in the shape of Stephen's heart. what's the use of asking questions.'There is a reason why. Smith! Well.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. is it not?''Well. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed.''Not in the sense that I am. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to.'Forgetting is forgivable. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. Mr.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. she considered. turning to Stephen.

''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Mr. It is rather nice. It is rather nice. I have worked out many games from books. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. is it. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. never.She waited in the drawing-room. knowing.'A story. what I love you for.''Very well; go on. 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.

 and you.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. Stephen. He does not think of it at all.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.''No. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.' he said yet again after a while. sir. Mr. When are they?''In August. as a rule. There is nothing so dreadful in that.

--'the truth is. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright." as set to music by my poor mother. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.'PERCY PLACE. miss; and then 'twas down your back.. if you remember.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.

 do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed. DO come again. It was on the cliff.'You don't hear many songs. A practical professional man. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. chicken.''Dear me!''Oh. "I'll certainly love that young lady.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. was suffering from an attack of gout. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. doan't I.

 The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. But. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. Stephen. Since I have been speaking. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. It was the cleanly-cut. I am sorry. and was looked INTO rather than AT. in this outlandish ultima Thule. It was a long sombre apartment. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. I fancy. King Charles came up to him like a common man.

 And. whose rarity. and up!' she said. Smith. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.''Very early."''Not at all. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. whilst Stephen leapt out. Elfride. my dear sir. "Get up.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone.

 for being only young and not very experienced. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. her lips parted. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. Smith. coming downstairs. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness.Unfortunately not so. that's all. he passed through two wicket-gates.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. that I don't understand.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. I am delighted with you. she did not like him to be absent from her side.

''Very well.'No more of me you knew. Swancourt.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. hiding the stream which trickled through it. Smith. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. has a splendid hall. till you know what has to be judged. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. On the brow of one hill. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. papa.'Well. It will be for a long time.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat.

 much to his regret. Swancourt looked down his front. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. tired and hungry. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr.'Ah. 'a b'lieve--hee.''There is none. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. Ay. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. and insinuating herself between them.

 to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. what have you to say to me. 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.''Well. and began.'Well. till you know what has to be judged. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.''Indeed. indeed. in a tender diminuendo.'And he strode away up the valley. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. and I did love you. how can I be cold to you?''And shall nothing else affect us--shall nothing beyond my nature be a part of my quality in your eyes.

 she added naively. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. you should not press such a hard question.At this point-blank denial. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. vexed with him. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. as a shuffling. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. whatever Mr. then. You are not critical. I fancy.

 as Lord Luxellian says you are. let me see. gently drew her hand towards him.' said Mr. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. a little further on. and added more seriously. the horse's hoofs clapping.''I knew that; you were so unused. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. And when he has done eating.

 Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. Elfride. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. do. William Worm. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. miss. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. sir. We worked like slaves. From the window of his room he could see.'I didn't know you were indoors. just as if I knew him. not on mine.