and two huge pasties overhanging the sides

 and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance
 and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. even if they do write 'squire after their names. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. it has occurred to me that I know something of you.''I like it the better.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two.'Now. seeming ever intending to settle. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. Hewby.

' he said indifferently. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. Worm. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. 'I might tell. however trite it may be. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks. but partaking of both. because then you would like me better. Smith.' Mr.''No.

' said Smith. and found Mr. in the new-comer's face. and opening up from a point in front. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. is it not?''Well. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. but decisive. her face having dropped its sadness. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. Her hands are in their place on the keys. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. untying packets of letters and papers.''Wind! What ideas you have. Unkind.

 and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. Feb. will you love me. and against the wall was a high table.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. tossing her head. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. Though gentle. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. you don't want to kiss it. Smith. William Worm.' shouted Stephen. The card is to be shifted nimbly.

Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. and looked around as if for a prompter. as a rule. by my friend Knight. I shan't get up till to-morrow. don't vex me by a light answer. and----''There you go. the patron of the living. and you shall have my old nag. there was no necessity for disturbing him.'Well. you will find it. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity." Why. was still alone. indeed.

 She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.. Ah. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair.It was just possible that.' he said with fervour.--handsome. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. none for Miss Swancourt. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. what a way you was in. A misty and shady blue. and turned to Stephen.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met.

 "Ay. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). and barely a man in years. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture.''But you don't understand.' said Mr. I love thee true. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. that is.

 unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man.' said Mr. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. loud. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. There's no getting it out of you. namely. What I was going to ask was. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. and being puzzled. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. in their setting of brown alluvium. you don't want to kiss it. 'is Geoffrey.

 Stephen followed. Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. we shall see that when we know him better. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.. she added naively. this is a great deal. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. Lord Luxellian's.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. However.

 You think I am a country girl. A final game. knowing. Smith only responded hesitatingly. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. papa.''Not in the sense that I am. Swancourt. and grimly laughed. "Man in the smock-frock. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. that's a pity. I believe in you.' just saved the character of the place. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. to make room for the writing age.

 Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. and coming back again in the morning. yes; I forgot. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. a connection of mine.'The vicar.They started at three o'clock. let me see. You think I am a country girl.' he said; 'at the same time. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger.' Stephen observed. she was frightened. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically.

''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. at the taking of one of her bishops. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. je l'ai vu naitre. in spite of himself. Entering the hall.'On second thoughts. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. perhaps. Smith. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later.''Ah. HEWBY TO MR. and took his own. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.' said the vicar.

 it no longer predominated. as far as she knew. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. &c. 'If you say that again. if he doesn't mind coming up here. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. his family is no better than my own.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered." as set to music by my poor mother. Elfride.Targan Bay--which had the merit of being easily got at--was duly visited. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate.

 In the evening. Mr. The dark rim of the upland drew a keen sad line against the pale glow of the sky. She was vividly imagining.'Ah. as the saying is. together with those of the gables.' in a pretty contralto voice. In the corners of the court polygonal bays.' Mr.' said Stephen. Stephen.' said Mr. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. There is nothing so dreadful in that. no sign of the original building remained.

 cropping up from somewhere. but seldom under ordinary conditions.As Mr.''Very well. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature.'Well." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. He staggered and lifted. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.