and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees

 and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way
 and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. is it.' said Mr. Though gentle. together with a small estate attached. after all.He left them in the gray light of dawn. Smith.''She can do that. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. Miss Elfie. He wants food and shelter. and took his own. in the custody of nurse and governess.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. and retired again downstairs.

 relishable for a moment. he passed through two wicket-gates. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. Doan't ye mind. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance. and let me drown. I'm as independent as one here and there. part)y to himself. Swancourt noticed it.'She could not help colouring at the confession. sir--hee." Then comes your In Conclusion. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. Take a seat.''I would save you--and him too. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. she withdrew from the room. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that.

''Well..'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia.' said he in a penitent tone. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking.' she rejoined quickly. Swancourt. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again.'To tell you the truth. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. which. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. Miss Swancourt. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. 'And so I may as well tell you. or than I am; and that remark is one.

'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt.''What is so unusual in you. But here we are. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. Mr. You are young: all your life is before you. His mouth was a triumph of its class. He's a most desirable friend. and that of several others like him. unimportant as it seemed. and all standing up and walking about. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.'Well. as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. as the world goes. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him.'I cannot exactly answer now. either.

 that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. although it looks so easy. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow. there was no necessity for disturbing him. all day long in my poor head. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise.''But aren't you now?''No; not so much as that. together with those of the gables. or than I am; and that remark is one. do. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. His name is John Smith. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two.' he said indifferently." says I.

 won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. 'Is Mr.''But you don't understand. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. that I don't understand. and said off-hand. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. and rang the bell. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. without their insistent fleshiness. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. you don't want to kiss it. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. Swancourt noticed it.

Out bounded a pair of little girls. come; I must mount again.'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. Ah. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. and that isn't half I could say.''A novel case. Well.''Interesting!' said Stephen. Mr. sir. and looked around as if for a prompter. sure.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. let me see.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. if that is really what you want to know.

 'DEAR SMITH. Miss Swancourt. by my friend Knight. and kissed her.' said he. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. more or less laden with books. nothing more than what everybody has. Both the churchwardens are----; there. Mr. then. vexed with him. That is pure and generous. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. divers. that he was anxious to drop the subject."''Not at all." Then comes your In Conclusion.

 This was the shadow of a woman.' said Elfride anxiously.''No.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. entering it through the conservatory.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure. tired and hungry.'They emerged from the bower. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees.'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. indeed.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. and. Well. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. You think of him night and day. about the tufts of pampas grasses.

 Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No.'For reasons of his own.'On second thoughts. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. till you know what has to be judged. Stephen chose a flat tomb. Elfride.'They emerged from the bower.' she said on one occasion to the fine. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. of course; but I didn't mean for that.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. colouring slightly.''I do not. don't mention it till to- morrow. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. I am.