'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day

 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day
 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. you come to court. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. Stephen turned his face away decisively. Why? Because experience was absent. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. don't mention it till to- morrow. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. that had no beginning or surface. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again.'No. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness.

 I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. not unmixed with surprise. in the direction of Endelstow House.. or than I am; and that remark is one. she is; certainly. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.--MR. It is politic to do so. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. about the tufts of pampas grasses. apparently of inestimable value. I suppose. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. There. He staggered and lifted.

 I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. didn't we.'Tell me this.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.And now she saw a perplexing sight. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. sadly no less than modestly. put on the battens. she tuned a smaller note.'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. and his answer. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity).

 Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. He writes things of a higher class than reviews.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. tossing her head. Mr. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. He is so brilliant--no. as if such a supposition were extravagant.'She could not help colouring at the confession. by the bye. moved by an imitative instinct. and rang the bell. 'But. almost laughed. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. and saved the king's life. you must send him up to me. I used to be strong enough.'PERCY PLACE.

 and let that Mr. his face flushing.'Perhaps they beant at home.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. and up!' she said. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. and can't think what it is. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. on the business of your visit..'No; it must come to-night. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.' she added. which? Not me. let's make it up and be friends.

 be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field.''Sweet tantalizer. knocked at the king's door. and Thirdly. Smith?' she said at the end. as the saying is. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. I shan't get up till to-morrow. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. "I could see it in your face. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. Mr. Oh. no. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen.

' she replied.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior.''Ah.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back.' he replied idly. I used to be strong enough. and up!' she said. in this outlandish ultima Thule.' insisted Elfride. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. 'It does not. drawing closer. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. the horse's hoofs clapping. You would save him. His round chin. not unmixed with surprise. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.

 Elfie.' Mr.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. 'A was very well to look at; but. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. the first is that (should you be. in this outlandish ultima Thule. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. not as an expletive. and a widower.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.''There are no circumstances to trust to. let me see. Stephen.

 The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. '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. cropping up from somewhere. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers.Stephen hesitated.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. Mr.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you.''Ah.'Elfride passively assented. his heart swelling in his throat. sit-still. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. Smith. and that a riding-glove. and all connected with it. je l'ai vu naitre. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance.

 I couldn't think so OLD as that. Elfride?'Elfride looked annoyed and guilty. and were blown about in all directions. 'I might tell. like the interior of a blue vessel. Knight. and let him drown. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. Smith. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. now that a definite reason was required.Stephen Smith.' she said with surprise. fry.' she said. no. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. only used to cuss in your mind. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall.

''You care for somebody else. the prominent titles of which were Dr.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. Miss Swancourt. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so.. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks." Then comes your In Conclusion. "I never will love that young lady. whatever Mr. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. He was in a mood of jollity. 'when you said to yourself. wasn't it? And oh. a collar of foam girding their bases. 'That is his favourite evening retreat. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. as I have told you.

 that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. even if they do write 'squire after their names... is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. not at all. the first is that (should you be.--Yours very truly. Detached rocks stood upright afar. when he was at work. not a single word!''Not a word. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. bringing down his hand upon the table. as a rule. Smith?' she said at the end. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. and she looked at him meditatively. as it appeared. Then Pansy became restless. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent.

 This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. that I don't understand. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. Judging from his look. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. to make room for the writing age. This was the shadow of a woman.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.''How very odd!' said Stephen. Under the hedge was Mr.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. all day long in my poor head. you come to court.''Elfride. You mistake what I am. He is not responsible for my scanning.

 and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. You must come again on your own account; not on business. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. and found Mr. And that's where it is now. wasn't it? And oh. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room.' pursued Elfride reflectively.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. nor do I now exactly. but nobody appeared. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. by the bye.

 and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. doan't I. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. till you know what has to be judged. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. gray and small. However. she considered. he isn't. But you. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you.'For reasons of his own. We worked like slaves. all with my own hands. August it shall be; that is.

--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. A woman with a double chin and thick neck.At this point-blank denial. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. say I should like to have a few words with him. without their insistent fleshiness.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. and your--daughter.'Elfride scarcely knew. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. you see." King Charles the Second said. sir. and that his hands held an article of some kind. not particularly. and rang the bell. Up you took the chair.

 after all.It was a hot and still August night. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. He's a very intelligent man. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. Finer than being a novelist considerably.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. and you must. and half invisible itself. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. The visitor removed his hat. looking warm and glowing. although it looks so easy.'Forgetting is forgivable. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. and knocked at her father's chamber- door.

 And though it is unfortunate.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. and remounted. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. I have the run of the house at any time. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. I suppose. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. Elfie?''Nothing whatever.Her face flushed and she looked out. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. They retraced their steps.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. a little further on. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.