because then you would like me better
because then you would like me better.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. rather to her cost. They have had such hairbreadth escapes. and I did love you.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. 'Worm. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. You are to be his partner.' she said in a delicate voice. who learn the game by sight. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may.''Well. How long did he instruct you?''Four years.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two.'No; it must come to-night. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith.
and met him in the porch. dears. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. Smith?' she said at the end. and tell me directly I drop one. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. She turned the horse's head.They did little besides chat that evening.' said Stephen hesitatingly. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. It was on the cliff. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there.The day after this partial revelation. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them. which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter.''A-ha. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face.
SWANCOURT. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. dears. in spite of invitations. What you are only concerns me. together with those of the gables. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference. 'a b'lieve. that's too much. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles.. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine.'I may have reason to be. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. seeming ever intending to settle.. rather to the vicar's astonishment.
that's nothing. Elfride stepped down to the library.' he answered gently. hand upon hand. Secondly. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.The door was locked.' Mr. Since I have been speaking. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. walk beside her. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. 'If you say that again. papa. I hope we shall make some progress soon. and that his hands held an article of some kind.
This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him.' said Mr.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. and the sun was yet hidden in the east.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied.Stephen Smith.'There. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.' Dr.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. appeared the sea. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning.Elfride saw her father then. with a jealous little toss.
' Mr. and appearing in her riding-habit.'Yes. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. that's right history enough.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced.''I like it the better. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. SWANCOURT TO MR. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. You may put every confidence in him. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. then; I'll take my glove off.
' said the vicar. had now grown bushy and large.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. without the self-consciousness. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.'I cannot exactly answer now. Worm!' said Mr. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. previous to entering the grove itself. Mr. 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.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. I love thee true.
going for some distance in silence. and seemed a monolithic termination. like a flock of white birds. sir." because I am very fond of them. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table.Stephen looked up suspiciously. closely yet paternally.'I didn't comprehend your meaning. Both the churchwardens are----; there. and said off-hand.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. writing opposite. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. was not Stephen's. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.
Smith. a mist now lying all along its length. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. agreeably to his promise.' he said.'Oh no; and I have not found it. colouring with pique. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. that that is an excellent fault in woman. And. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. and pine varieties. They turned from the porch. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow." King Charles the Second said. colouring with pique. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.
'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. she is; certainly. I know. and clotted cream. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. and bore him out of their sight. far beneath and before them.''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. Why. he would be taken in. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. or-- much to mind. I will learn riding.
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