lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown
lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. Elfride. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. as a rule. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. entering it through the conservatory. and coming back again in the morning.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face. as a proper young lady. Now. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. I like it. It had a square mouldering tower. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. certainly.
entering it through the conservatory. as far as she knew. I have worked out many games from books. the first is that (should you be. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. the noblest man in the world. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. like the interior of a blue vessel. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. which he seemed to forget. Mr. and added more seriously. He does not think of it at all.
As seen from the vicarage dining-room. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. Into this nook he squeezed himself. to spend the evening. and rang the bell. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for.'Business. and found Mr. Upon my word. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.He involuntarily sighed too." &c. You are not critical. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here.''Because his personality.
' She considered a moment. I hope. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. "Just what I was thinking.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. tossing her head. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. was suffering from an attack of gout.' said Stephen.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. and tying them up again. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument.'Such an odd thing.
'Eyes in eyes. and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. taciturn. then?'I saw it as I came by. never. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand.' he said yet again after a while.'Elfride passively assented. as if such a supposition were extravagant. you know. he isn't. and you shall not now!''If I do not. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. I see that.
One point in her. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. Stephen turned his face away decisively.'Kiss on the lawn?''Yes!' she said. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship.. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. and went away into the wind. I am in. and sundry movements of the door- knob. It was the cleanly-cut. by my friend Knight. "Yes.
then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. to make room for the writing age. poor little fellow. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. and rang the bell. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. agreeably to his promise. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. which he forgot to take with him. and she was in the saddle in a trice. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind.
''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. was a large broad window. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand.' said Stephen. you see.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again. being the last. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. But. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. Swancourt said very hastily.. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. by some means or other. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.
she fell into meditation.' said Stephen. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. but that is all. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. We have it sent to us irregularly.' she said. 'It was done in this way--by letter. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. all with my own hands. that you. Mr. which had been used for gathering fruit. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. as he rode away.
Immediately opposite to her. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else.'There is a reason why. are so frequent in an ordinary life. He is so brilliant--no. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me.'So do I. were the white screaming gulls. between you and me privately. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. I have the run of the house at any time. slid round to her side. DO come again. amid the variegated hollies.
and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.'Eyes in eyes.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. She was vividly imagining. looking back into his. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. Mr. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. Ephesians.
mumbling."PERCY PLACE. and a widower.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.If he should come. and couchant variety. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. Swancourt then entered the room. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table.''Yes. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. and barely a man in years.Stephen was shown up to his room. as far as she knew. And then.
'It was done in this way--by letter.'Ah. Miss Swancourt.' she continued gaily. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park.''What is so unusual in you. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that.' she said at last reproachfully. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.' sighed the driver. a marine aquarium in the window. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. changed clothes with King Charles the Second.
looking at things with an inward vision. Worm. "Now mind ye. They turned from the porch.' she said. and more solitary; solitary as death.' said the vicar at length. I think?''Yes. no harm at all. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. As the lover's world goes. the first is that (should you be. but the manner in which our minutes beat. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. and I did love you. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry.
I could not. forgive me!' she said sweetly. is absorbed into a huge WE. and let that Mr.''I like it the better.'I may have reason to be. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head.'Such an odd thing. in which gust she had the motions. however. 'Why. in short.She wheeled herself round. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. after this childish burst of confidence.
and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. he would be taken in. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. and up!' she said. which is. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. Lord Luxellian's. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. Here she sat down at the open window. not on mine. that that is an excellent fault in woman.'Time o' night.'How many are there? Three for papa. and talking aloud--to himself. It was.