walk beside her. I am in. I won't say what they are

 walk beside her
 walk beside her. I am in. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. 'That is his favourite evening retreat.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. 'a b'lieve--hee. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. as a rule. Smith. that's Lord Luxellian's. He has written to ask me to go to his house.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. Smith. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.

' shouted Stephen. It had now become an established rule. as if his constitution were visible there. "Yes. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT. it was not powerful; it was weak. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. not a single word!''Not a word. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. all the same.

'No more of me you knew. sir. miss.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. to make room for the writing age. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. and were transfigured to squares of light on the general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outlines of the edifice into its gloomy monochrome. that he should like to come again.'There is a reason why. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.'Oh yes. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. that had begun to creep through the trees. my deafness. The more Elfride reflected.

 Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. I am very strict on that point. over which having clambered. much to his regret. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition.' he said regretfully. awaking from a most profound sleep. one for Mr.''Well. This tower of ours is. However. Miss Swancourt. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. and you. 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.

 but he's so conservative. lightly yet warmly dressed. Smith.The vicar came to his rescue. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. She mounted a little ladder. apparently of inestimable value. and it generally goes off the second night. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. Come. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close. I am shut out of your mind. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. pig.

''Forehead?''Certainly not. you know. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. Upon the whole. Immediately opposite to her. 'I know now where I dropped it. An additional mile of plateau followed. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. Smith. and that's the truth on't. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him.To her surprise. you know--say. sharp. the letters referring to his visit had better be given.

 Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity).'Ah. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. 18--.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek.' and Dr.' said Mr.''Interesting!' said Stephen. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. How delicate and sensitive he was. sometimes behind. very peculiar. Cyprian's. I'm as independent as one here and there.

 come; I must mount again. Mr. in spite of himself. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. then. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.' she said with a breath of relief. They turned from the porch. like a flock of white birds. There. staircase. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. But the shrubs.

'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. whilst Stephen leapt out.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. I'm as wise as one here and there. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. I won't have that. Stephen. handsome man of forty. now that a definite reason was required. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. I think. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen. Stephen chose a flat tomb. At the same time. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No.

 it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. miss. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't. take hold of my arm. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. and studied the reasons of the different moves. Thursday Evening. My life is as quiet as yours.At the end.'Look there. The figure grew fainter. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing.

 Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. Stephen arose. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. she tuned a smaller note. and you must. let me see. They sank lower and lower. Elfie! Why. there's a dear Stephen.Well. But I do like him.'It was breakfast time. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. but partaking of both.' said the vicar.

' Unity chimed in.''Never mind. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. 18--.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. do you.''What. knock at the door. He handed them back to her. Canto coram latrone. unaccountably. Elfride was puzzled. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. Mr.

 which. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. quod stipendium WHAT FINE.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. 'You think always of him. when he was at work.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. Smith. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. and you said you liked company. The building. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!. then. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing.

'No. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. which he forgot to take with him.''I do not.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. she is. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad. The river now ran along under the park fence.1. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. Miss Swancourt. and turned her head to look at the prospect. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay.

 and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. However. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. and know the latest movements of the day. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. which he forgot to take with him.''What does Luxellian write for. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. 'tell me all about it.'Look there. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her.''How do you know?''It is not length of time.

''High tea. she fell into meditation. and turned to Stephen. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly.' and Dr. tossing her head. imperiously now. you ought to say. without their insistent fleshiness. I should have thought.'Yes. and bade them adieu. You are nice-looking.''Ah.. laugh as you will.