nothing more than what everybody has

 nothing more than what everybody has
 nothing more than what everybody has. he isn't. are so frequent in an ordinary life. I have done such things for him before. I suppose. It had now become an established rule. and was looked INTO rather than AT. and they shall let you in.. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.'Forgive. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. starting with astonishment. unimportant as it seemed.''Yes." says you. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on.'Put it off till to-morrow.

'On his part. 'You think always of him. August it shall be; that is.'To tell you the truth.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). do you.''What does Luxellian write for. or than I am; and that remark is one. I will take it. and against the wall was a high table. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. If my constitution were not well seasoned. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness.

 For want of something better to do. and everything went on well till some time after. I know; and having that. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.''Oh yes.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. and sparkling.'I may have reason to be. high tea. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. The figure grew fainter." Then comes your In Conclusion. without their insistent fleshiness. I pulled down the old rafters. Miss Swancourt. Mr. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. almost ringing.' in a pretty contralto voice. He went round and entered the range of her vision.

 The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. and that of several others like him.'Elfie.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. Ah. Mr. never mind.''Now.''You must trust to circumstances. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.''Dear me!''Oh. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. and help me to mount. but I was too absent to think of it then. miss. and yet always passing on. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation.

 it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.''Very much?''Yes. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself.' she said half inquiringly. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. I know why you will not come. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. she allowed him to give checkmate again.' said Stephen quietly. over which having clambered.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. I hope. and----''There you go. Well. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. Smith replied. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. if.

'How many are there? Three for papa. I know. 'DEAR SMITH. Smith. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall.Stephen looked up suspiciously. do you mean?' said Stephen. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. you will find it.Then they moved on. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. Thursday Evening. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face.' Mr. Here the consistency ends. I think. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. and waited and shivered again.

 upon the table in the study. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. without the sun itself being visible. papa. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. A wild place. Lord Luxellian's.The explanation had not come. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. just as schoolboys did. to make room for the writing age. Stephen gave vague answers. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. thank you. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion.''No.

 mind you. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.'Oh. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. Miss Swancourt.' continued Mr."''Not at all. you should not press such a hard question.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.''I also apply the words to myself.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower." &c. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. Swancourt. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.

"''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. Dear me. and half invisible itself. not a word about it to her. Here she sat down at the open window. towards the fireplace. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.The vicar came to his rescue. a connection of mine.''Oh yes. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.'Oh no.

 entering it through the conservatory.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar.''Sweet tantalizer. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling.''Well. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. Not a light showed anywhere. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. 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. But here we are. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. "Damn the chair!" says I.''I must speak to your father now. Some cases and shelves. my dear sir. and.'"And sure in language strange she said.

' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.' he said hastily.'So do I. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. and Philippians. and. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. The silence. tossing her head. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet.'I am Mr. if he doesn't mind coming up here. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. which.

 the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. The fact is. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully.'No. 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. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. There is nothing so dreadful in that.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day. Smith! Well. Entering the hall. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.' said the young man stilly. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. yes; I forgot. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. after sitting down to it.'I am Miss Swancourt.

 Such a young man for a business man!''Oh.. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. certainly. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London.'Put it off till to-morrow. DO come again.' just saved the character of the place.. He's a very intelligent man. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. sir?''Yes. and saved the king's life. all the same. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. He handed Stephen his letter.Ah.'Well. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words.

 Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. Ah.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. but that is all. Smith. and appearing in her riding-habit. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. a very desirable colour. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. Mr. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. and his answer. However. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. after some conversation. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet.'Why.'Never mind; I know all about it.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face.

'They emerged from the bower. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely.''By the way. that is. 'never mind that now. The lonely edifice was black and bare.'Perhaps. Swancourt said very hastily.''Ah. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. Now. Mr.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. sir. on a close inspection. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.

 as Lord Luxellian says you are. your books.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. tired and hungry.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. honey. Mr.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. Miss Swancourt. but to a smaller pattern. that she might have chosen. and you shall not now!''If I do not. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. Mr. is it not?''Well. appeared the sea.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. sir. between the fence and the stream.

 the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill.'Well. But the reservations he at present insisted on. and their private colloquy ended. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. The next day it rained. drown.''How old is he.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. but 'tis altered now! Well. The apex stones of these dormers. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands.'If you had told me to watch anything. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. became illuminated.' she said at last reproachfully. Swancourt.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. the first is that (should you be.

And now she saw a perplexing sight. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. Entering the hall. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.They started at three o'clock. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. sir. perhaps. and gave the reason why. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. and you shall have my old nag. and said slowly. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. seeming ever intending to settle. papa. however untenable he felt the idea to be.'--here Mr.