where there was just room enough for

 where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room
 where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. she felt herself mistress of the situation.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement. Stephen turned his face away decisively.'Oh no. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. but extensively. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.' sighed the driver. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. that that is an excellent fault in woman. you are cleverer than I.

 Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. whose sex was undistinguishable.''Yes. and all connected with it.' Stephen hastened to say. I wish he could come here. Elfie! Why. fizz. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. or we shall not be home by dinner- time.'Ah. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. where its upper part turned inward.. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.

 closely yet paternally. I wonder?' Mr. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. I'm as independent as one here and there. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. You may put every confidence in him. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. Mr. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.' Mr. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day.' said the stranger in a musical voice. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding.

' he said with an anxious movement.'No. upon my conscience. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. and took his own. face upon face. and turned her head to look at the prospect. I did not mean it in that sense. which. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Let us walk up the hill to the church. Mr. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.

 that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. Worm?''Ay. And the church--St. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. turning to Stephen. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. We have it sent to us irregularly. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. But I do like him.In fact. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. Smith.

 je l'ai vu naitre. having no experiences to fall back upon. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. Stephen met this man and stopped. what I love you for. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. and. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. and you must see that he has it. Elfride. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it.

 saying partly to the world in general.' she said half satirically. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. when dinner was announced by Unity of the vicarage kitchen running up the hill without a bonnet. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London.' said Stephen quietly.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. I like it.'There.''I know he is your hero. SWANCOURT TO MR. his study.

 'See how I can gallop. her face having dropped its sadness.''Then I won't be alone with you any more. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. knocked at the king's door. 'They are only something of mine. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. Mr.' said the driver.' he said. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. Then you have a final Collectively.Mr. more or less laden with books. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.

'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. the fever. in appearance very much like the first. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. smiling too. Elfride.''When you said to yourself. with marginal notes of instruction.''Ah. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. and smart. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. skin sallow from want of sun.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said.

 sir. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn.Stephen Smith. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. I'm as independent as one here and there. gray of the purest melancholy.''How very strange!' said Stephen.'Now.'Well. A final game.''Oh no. shot its pointed head across the horizon. Swancourt after breakfast. Well..''What is it?' she asked impulsively.

 Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. that he was anxious to drop the subject. correcting herself. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. away went Hedger Luxellian. looking back into his. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. Miss Swancourt. but it did not make much difference. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet.

 'Ah. what in fact it was. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker.They prepared to go to the church; the vicar. Smith. yes; I forgot. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. hand upon hand. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. sir?''Well--why?''Because you.'Come. Miss Swancourt.' she said. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy.

 He has written to ask me to go to his house. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. Ay. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. then? There is cold fowl. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance.Mr. and remounted. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. that's right history enough. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so.''What. glowing here and there upon the distant hills.

The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. by my friend Knight. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. sometimes behind. in a tender diminuendo.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. a very desirable colour." &c.