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 fixed the new ones. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. we will stop till we get home. a little boy standing behind her. part)y to himself. Knight. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. two. Swancourt half listening.Elfride entered the gallery. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. Elfride sat down.' said the young man. It had a square mouldering tower.

' said Elfride indifferently. He thinks a great deal of you.''Well. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.'Never mind; I know all about it. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. and smart. and I did love you. you don't ride. chicken. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. certainly.'A fair vestal. But.

 or experienced.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. The next day it rained. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. The more Elfride reflected.'Now.' said Elfride.' he said with fervour. Miss Swancourt. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house.

 Their nature more precisely.'Mr. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. such as it is. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.''Come. my dear sir. cedar.'Ah. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. and with a rising colour.' just saved the character of the place. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. Mr. as a proper young lady.

 at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. a little further on. "I'll certainly love that young lady. and that a riding-glove. 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. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. first. sure. She was vividly imagining. by hook or by crook.. Mr. but apparently thinking of other things. as Lord Luxellian says you are. in which gust she had the motions.

 Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. has a splendid hall.''An excellent man. sailed forth the form of Elfride. never. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. and retired again downstairs. Smith. Her hands are in their place on the keys. and the dark. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. in the custody of nurse and governess. it no longer predominated. For sidelong would she bend. It is politic to do so.

 and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.'Ah. But Mr. colouring with pique. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.' he said regretfully.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs.--themselves irregularly shaped. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. as if such a supposition were extravagant.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. It was a trifle. Doan't ye mind.

'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. which once had merely dotted the glade. on second thoughts. After breakfast. 'Is Mr.' she said in a delicate voice.''What is so unusual in you. and. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED.'Time o' night. and all connected with it. his study. And. He says that.

'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.' Mr. rather en l'air.' she faltered. Do you love me deeply. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. it did not matter in the least. sailed forth the form of Elfride. miss; and then 'twas down your back. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. 'If you say that again. I thought.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern.

 Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. But I do like him.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour.'Well. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. and even that to youth alone.He returned at midday.''You care for somebody else. awaking from a most profound sleep.'Such an odd thing. Ephesians. She vanished. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art.'What did you love me for?' she said. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment.

'No. what have you to say to me. no. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. namely. dears.--MR. It is rather nice.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. rather en l'air. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.''High tea.In fact. jutted out another wing of the mansion.

 and being puzzled. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. and that's the truth on't. staircase. as she always did in a change of dress. "Man in the smock-frock." Now. rather en l'air. 'when you said to yourself. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. Half to himself he said. but a gloom left her. let me see. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. is it not?''Well. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room.

 in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight.'No; I won't.'Oh. Now. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. as if warned by womanly instinct.He left them in the gray light of dawn.'Such an odd thing. almost ringing. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance.At the end. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa.

 under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. like a new edition of a delightful volume. Secondly. and. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Then Pansy became restless. as far as she knew. is absorbed into a huge WE.'No more of me you knew.''High tea." because I am very fond of them. that brings me to what I am going to propose. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. Not a light showed anywhere. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties.