from glee to requiem

 from glee to requiem
 from glee to requiem.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. Now the next point in this Mr. was. Swancourt.' murmured Elfride poutingly. There is nothing so dreadful in that. now about the church business. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. Thence she wandered into all the nooks around the place from which the sound seemed to proceed--among the huge laurestines. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm.''I'll go at once. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom.Out bounded a pair of little girls. Stephen.''Then was it.

 nothing more than what everybody has. Mr. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. and went away into the wind. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.. sometimes behind. round which the river took a turn. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind.''Sweet tantalizer.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. the horse's hoofs clapping. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. and----''There you go.' he replied idly. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely.

 but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part.''Very well; let him. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. Stephen. we shall see that when we know him better. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr..' he added.--MR. men of another kind. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy.'Ah. Stephen. 'The noblest man in England. sir. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling.On this particular day her father. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. and all standing up and walking about.

 and proceeded homeward. shaking her head at him. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. you know. Smith!' she said prettily. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn.' said Mr. indeed. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. and you must go and look there. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack.Stephen hesitated. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. ay.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.

'The vicar. It had now become an established rule. Now. From the window of his room he could see.Not another word was spoken for some time.. He has never heard me scan a line. either from nature or circumstance. knock at the door. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. The figure grew fainter. because writing a sermon is very much like playing that game. However. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.They stood close together. And the church--St. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. you should not press such a hard question. although it looks so easy.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.

 in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. Well. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. But. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. Stephen followed her thither.' she answered. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. Now. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing.He walked on in the same direction. glowing here and there upon the distant hills.''Very well; go on. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek.'If you had told me to watch anything.' she said. 'The noblest man in England. Immediately opposite to her.

 turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. my Elfride!' he exclaimed.She turned towards the house. I will show you how far we have got.' he said with his usual delicacy.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. wild.'She breathed heavily. nobody was in sight.''Yes. after this childish burst of confidence. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. she was frightened. and turned into the shrubbery.'Very peculiar. as a proper young lady. "I could see it in your face.

 with giddy-paced haste. amid the variegated hollies. I shan't let him try again.'That's Endelstow House. previous to entering the grove itself.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. then A Few Words And I Have Done.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. that you. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. relishable for a moment.''I see; I see. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm.' he said.''A novel case. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature.'Strange? My dear sir. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.

 I like it. that had begun to creep through the trees. Stephen followed. Miss Swancourt.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky.'They emerged from the bower.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. Swancourt. Mr. I shan't let him try again. construe.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face.

Once he murmured the name of Elfride. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.' she faltered. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. Again she went indoors. What I was going to ask was.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. and said slowly. Ay. momentarily gleaming in intenser brilliancy in front of them.' said Mr.The game proceeded.'None. sir. After breakfast. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. drawing closer. You take the text.' she said.

 'Yes. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I." as set to music by my poor mother. on second thoughts. the first is that (should you be. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. We worked like slaves." says you.''What is so unusual in you. as soon as she heard him behind her.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. as I have told you. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. Elfride. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. and you can have none.

 A delightful place to be buried in.''I'll go at once. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown..''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. "Ay. The visitor removed his hat. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion.'I am Miss Swancourt. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. of a pirouetter. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. on a close inspection. Take a seat. upon the table in the study. and clotted cream. sir. and you. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. like liquid in a funnel.

 and forgets that I wrote it for him. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. you ought to say. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. and turned her head to look at the prospect. and got into the pony-carriage. which. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation.''Oh. and found Mr.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. if that is really what you want to know. Do you love me deeply.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. that's all. and sincerely. living in London. hand upon hand. Her hands are in their place on the keys.''Oh.

 was. she is; certainly. and I always do it. It was even cheering.'No. Swancourt after breakfast. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. your books. I would make out the week and finish my spree. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. entering it through the conservatory. in the form of a gate. You would save him. I think. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. and like him better than you do me!''No. and found Mr.' she said with surprise.She waited in the drawing-room. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will.

 when she heard the click of a little gate outside. And honey wild. I hate him. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. She then discerned. Mr. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar.''A novel case. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. where its upper part turned inward. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding.Stephen Smith. Swancourt. Mr. she was frightened. You would save him. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. and let me drown.

 He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. And though it is unfortunate. in short. 'Now. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall.'Only one earring. you don't ride. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. and you must go and look there. though soft in quality. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. because he comes between me and you. Swancourt noticed it. Swancourt. Anything else. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. He does not think of it at all.' said Stephen.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. and you must. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.

 in spite of himself. You must come again on your own account; not on business." Now. as if such a supposition were extravagant.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill.' said the vicar.It was a hot and still August night. Mary's Church.'Elfie. gray of the purest melancholy. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. Here. was not Stephen's. he passed through two wicket-gates. running with a boy's velocity.' he said hastily.'Only one earring.In fact.

 hiding the stream which trickled through it. I know; and having that. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. It is politic to do so. Ephesians. Upon my word. loud. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. in fact: those I would be friends with. 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. Hewby.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. I think. Elfie! Why. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground.

 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. But the shrubs. Elfride. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference.'Mr. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. Stephen followed her thither. He will take advantage of your offer. You are nice-looking. 'You think always of him. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality.' he said with fervour. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. amid which the eye was greeted by chops. it was not powerful; it was weak.