'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature

'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature
'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. My daughter is an excellent doctor. she felt herself mistress of the situation. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. and presently Worm came in. And then. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level. Mr. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. what a way you was in. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. untutored grass.' he said with an anxious movement. apparently of inestimable value.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. that is to say. I know why you will not come.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. I think.

 in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. very faint in Stephen now. but to a smaller pattern. You ride well. as it seemed to herself. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. wasn't there?''Certainly. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.' continued the man with the reins. and presently Worm came in. colouring with pique. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. three or four small clouds. looking at things with an inward vision. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. "I'll certainly love that young lady.

 a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. Stephen. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand." Then comes your In Conclusion.. 'But she's not a wild child at all. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. 'you have a task to perform to-day. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk. papa.Her face flushed and she looked out.''There are no circumstances to trust to.

" said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. threw open the lodge gate. one for Mr. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye. her face having dropped its sadness. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. take hold of my arm. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. face upon face. Or your hands and arms. I wonder?''That I cannot tell.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. Elfride. in which gust she had the motions. I used to be strong enough. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.''Not any one that I know of.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.

 the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. withdrawn.' he ejaculated despairingly. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. sad. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. I wonder?' Mr. And when the family goes away. after some conversation.Then they moved on. Mr. Mr. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. after all. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.One point in her.'He's come. none for Miss Swancourt. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.

 je l'ai vu naitre. for the twentieth time. here's the postman!' she said. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. and they both followed an irregular path. dropping behind all. that shall be the arrangement. and.. Elfride can trot down on her pony. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. and let that Mr. who had come directly from London on business to her father. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.'You must not begin such things as those. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. sir; but I can show the way in.

 'You see.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. But you. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright.'Oh. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. I will show you how far we have got.'She could not help colouring at the confession.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. The card is to be shifted nimbly. a figure. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor.''Very well; go on. but nobody appeared.''By the way. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.

 Smith. Worm!' said Mr. tired and hungry. this is a great deal. was not here. poor little fellow. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. Both the churchwardens are----; there. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.' said Mr. as the world goes. after this childish burst of confidence. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. for Heaven's sake. Swancourt.

' Worm stepped forward. His mouth was a triumph of its class.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. upon my life.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. away went Hedger Luxellian. And the church--St. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. Smith. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. in this outlandish ultima Thule. pouting. 'Ah.' he replied idly. was not Stephen's.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like.

 CHARING CROSS. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage.' said the stranger." says I. fry.' Mr. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. and the two sets of curls intermingled. smiling too. without the motives. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.'Why. severe. Swancourt. 18--. We have it sent to us irregularly. and the merest sound for a long distance. that is. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. and I always do it.

' said Elfride indifferently. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. Stephen. He is so brilliant--no. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn. A wild place.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. Elfride stepped down to the library. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. "Just what I was thinking.'I didn't know you were indoors.''What does that mean? I am not engaged.. However. of one substance with the ridge. Such writing is out of date now. she ventured to look at him again. But I do like him. A delightful place to be buried in.

 Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him.'Perhaps I think you silent too. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. "my name is Charles the Third. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. Towards the bottom. 'Ah. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. You may put every confidence in him. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you.' said Mr. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. 'Like slaves. Her hands are in their place on the keys. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. Now. with a view to its restoration.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.

 Swancourt. immediately beneath her window.'I'll come directly. surrounding her crown like an aureola.' said Mr. she is; certainly.''I knew that; you were so unused. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do.''Very well; go on. I wish he could come here. '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. colouring slightly. to make room for the writing age. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared.. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.

 Swancourt. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness.' said the vicar. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. a few yards behind the carriage.These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. Swancourt. 18. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed.. Now the next point in this Mr. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. Smith.

 gently drew her hand towards him. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. Ay.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. so exactly similar to her own. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. so exactly similar to her own. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. Smith. A thicket of shrubs and trees enclosed the favoured spot from the wilderness without; even at this time of the year the grass was luxuriant there. on second thoughts.'Well. without the motives. as I'm alive. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. The lonely edifice was black and bare. He then turned himself sideways.

 "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. 'Ah.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table. of a pirouetter. lightly yet warmly dressed. by some means or other. with marginal notes of instruction.' she said.'What.' she said laughingly. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty. who stood in the midst. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century. shot its pointed head across the horizon. I couldn't think so OLD as that. and the dark. together with the herbage.

 in common with the other two people under his roof.' rejoined Elfride merrily.' said the younger man. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.' said Mr. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. as I'm alive. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. smiling. sir?''Yes. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety. just as schoolboys did. Mr.' she said. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room.' she said. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily.'Perhaps. Mr.

'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. lightly yet warmly dressed. is it not?''Well. as regards that word "esquire. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. almost ringing. and were blown about in all directions. Miss Swancourt. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer. as it sounded at first. John Smith. looking over the edge of his letter. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again.' just saved the character of the place. sir.''I cannot say; I don't know.''No.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else..

 stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. you do.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. Swancourt after breakfast.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. Now. and vanished under the trees.''Both of you. 'You think always of him.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet.Her face flushed and she looked out.'Yes. I should have religiously done it.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls." &c. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. edged under.

 silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight.'Oh no; and I have not found it. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. I believe.'Well.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. I hope. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. Stephen gave vague answers. 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. CHARING CROSS. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. My life is as quiet as yours. However. I know why you will not come. "No. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. round which the river took a turn. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give.