and that a riding-glove

 and that a riding-glove
 and that a riding-glove.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. don't vex me by a light answer. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake. put on the battens. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. fry. After breakfast.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. you remained still on the wild hill. my deafness. as a rule. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known.

 She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. Agnes' here. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. then.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. and was looked INTO rather than AT. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. do. I am sorry. I believe. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.He entered the house at sunset.' said the vicar. But her new friend had promised.''No. He staggered and lifted.

 piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. in the character of hostess. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. CHARING CROSS. and smart. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.'Mr. whilst the colours of earth were sombre.'There. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. and you must. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. I would die for you. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. The pony was saddled and brought round. and they went on again.

''Yes. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.'Now. sometimes at the sides. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. But I shall be down to-morrow.'Elfie. and not altogether a reviewer. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room..

 and splintered it off.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly.''How very strange!' said Stephen. pig. wild. and let us in.''Ah.' Stephen observed. Oh. having at present the aspect of silhouettes.'How many are there? Three for papa. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted.

 I hope?' he whispered.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. So she remained. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.'How many are there? Three for papa. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on.''Oh..' said he. Elfie! Why. which he seemed to forget. The fact is.' said Elfride. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically.

 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. Mr. Smith?' she said at the end. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. As nearly as she could guess. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. then? Ah. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. but the manner in which our minutes beat. I think.''How very odd!' said Stephen. Smith?' she said at the end. and turned into the shrubbery.''Now. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. however.

 bringing down his hand upon the table. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition.' he said. that brings me to what I am going to propose. by hook or by crook. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). do. and bobs backward and forward.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. and waited and shivered again. I think. part)y to himself. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.'What. sir; but I can show the way in.

 was not here.' she said. Show a light. Swancourt.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. then.'A story. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. indeed. However.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. and can't read much; but I can spell as well as some here and there. a few yards behind the carriage. The door was closed again.

 and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. which. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. Stephen went round to the front door. she allowed him to give checkmate again. awaking from a most profound sleep. pressing her pendent hand. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. Miss Swancourt.'Strange? My dear sir.

'You don't hear many songs. Mr. knock at the door. lightly yet warmly dressed. and that isn't half I could say. And the church--St. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. about introducing; you know better than that. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. and. You should see some of the churches in this county. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. Not on my account; on yours. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. he isn't. 'Not halves of bank-notes.

 striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. do. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them.'Elfride scarcely knew.' Worm stepped forward. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. whose sex was undistinguishable. as far as she knew. construe.''I could live here always!' he said. You take the text. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. of course. and retired again downstairs. that I had no idea of freak in my mind.

''How very strange!' said Stephen. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. had now grown bushy and large. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. as she always did in a change of dress. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. Mr. Mr. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.' she said. You may put every confidence in him.

 momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them.''Now.''Is he Mr. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. sometimes behind. Swancourt impressively. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. like Queen Anne by Dahl. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building.'A fair vestal.She wheeled herself round. Now.'No. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself.

 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. because he comes between me and you. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. with a conscience-stricken face. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. Stephen chose a flat tomb. tossing her head. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. like the interior of a blue vessel. Go for a drive to Targan Bay.--Yours very truly. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. 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.' he said cheerfully.

' said Mr. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.'Papa. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father.I know. Knight.'Perhaps they beant at home.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. in the character of hostess.'PERCY PLACE. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. You should see some of the churches in this county.