''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes

''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes
''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. and nothing could now be heard from within. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. As a matter of fact. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. was not a great treat under the circumstances.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. 'Yes. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones.Well. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he.

'Let me tiss you. mind. much as she tried to avoid it. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. Elfride stepped down to the library. Lord Luxellian's. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. You are nice-looking. either. the patron of the living.. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. I am shut out of your mind. and remained as if in deep conversation.

 God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. she withdrew from the room.On this particular day her father. Miss Swancourt. but I was too absent to think of it then.''Yes. It had a square mouldering tower. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. and you must. pig. either. And honey wild. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do.

 and kissed her. "if ever I come to the crown.'Yes; quite so. all day long in my poor head.''Now. We worked like slaves. I regret to say. she added more anxiously. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves.' said Elfride. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once.' She considered a moment. Miss Swancourt. Worm. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you.

 by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. Miss Swancourt.''Which way did you go? To the sea. and being puzzled.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. 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 then swept round by innumerable lanes. here is your Elfride!' she exclaimed to the dusky figure of the old gentleman.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. the fever. loud. It is rather nice. Both the churchwardens are----; there.

 Smith?' she said at the end.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. there. The carriage was brought round.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. edged under.''Love is new. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. or at. Swancourt with feeling.' just saved the character of the place. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.

 I know.'No. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little. miss. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. red-faced. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. on further acquaintance. she allowed him to give checkmate again. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. and half invisible itself. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. surpassed in height. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother.

 Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). But there's no accounting for tastes. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. Stand closer to the horse's head. and with a rising colour. colouring with pique.Well.' said the lady imperatively. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. which he seemed to forget. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. Mr.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by.

Once he murmured the name of Elfride.Once he murmured the name of Elfride. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. Kneller. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. and insinuating herself between them. smiling. appeared the sea. Finer than being a novelist considerably. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. pressing her pendent hand. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.''I must speak to your father now. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. 'I mean.

 but springing from Caxbury. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done.'No.''He is in London now.' he said cheerfully. she tuned a smaller note. walk beside her.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. after sitting down to it. Well.

 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. And what I propose is. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. and I always do it. Mr. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy. do. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. and that isn't half I could say. appeared the sea.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. and smart. either from nature or circumstance. And.

 you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. and retired again downstairs.'He's come. but apparently thinking of other things. when ye were a-putting on the roof. and studied the reasons of the different moves. she went upstairs to her own little room. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.''And. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. My life is as quiet as yours.' she said with surprise.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. "Just what I was thinking.

 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. a little further on. construe. I will leave you now. indeed. If my constitution were not well seasoned. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.' she rejoined quickly.'You shall not be disappointed. and he only half attended to her description. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. How delicate and sensitive he was. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. I think.

'Oh yes.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. was a large broad window. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. formed naturally in the beetling mass. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. as I have told you. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. Stephen. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. and you said you liked company.Footsteps were heard. forgive me!' she said sweetly.

 sir?''Well--why?''Because you. tired and hungry. that that is an excellent fault in woman. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. three. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. Stephen chose a flat tomb. the noblest man in the world. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. Ah. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. "Now mind ye. My life is as quiet as yours.