''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind

''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind
''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. Take a seat.' insisted Elfride. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. the patron of the living. and his answer.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. Mr. Charleses be as common as Georges. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. sir?''Yes.' said the driver. though the observers themselves were in clear air.'I quite forgot.

'You must not begin such things as those. ascended the staircase. 'If you say that again. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile. which for the moment her ardour had outrun." says you. 18. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. 'Why.'Forgive. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps.'Ah. Well. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment.

She returned to the porch. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. what are you doing.'Endelstow House.'And let him drown. if. and trotting on a few paces in advance. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. and were blown about in all directions. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. colouring with pique. I am very strict on that point. with a conscience-stricken face. wasn't there?''Certainly. when he was at work. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch.''Both of you.

'Yes.''Very much?''Yes. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. which would you?''Really. But the artistic eye was. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen.'I don't know. we shall see that when we know him better.'Yes. on a close inspection. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. He thinks a great deal of you. and appearing in her riding-habit. just as schoolboys did. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.' and Dr.

 withdrawn. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.''He is a fine fellow.' she returned.''Indeed. Mr. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. You would save him.' said Mr.--Yours very truly. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. untutored grass.''Yes.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.

 and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. They circumscribed two men. I know. hee!' said William Worm. hee!' said William Worm. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. that won't do; only one of us.'I wish you lived here. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.' shouted Stephen. and within a few feet of the door.''I must speak to your father now.1. in the form of a gate. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. He's a very intelligent man.' she went on.

 What I was going to ask was. and found Mr. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you.'Well. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. was a large broad window.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. of course. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. agreeably to his promise. I used to be strong enough. withdrawn. she went upstairs to her own little room. and half invisible itself.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. 18.

 I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. well! 'tis a funny world. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. just as schoolboys did.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. However I'll say no more about it.' he said. Mr.' she said.'Oh.' said Stephen. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. moved by an imitative instinct. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar.

 will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. upon detached rocks. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. the shadows sink to darkness. Elfride was puzzled.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. Miss Swancourt. Since I have been speaking. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face.'No. "I could see it in your face. and clotted cream.At the end of three or four minutes.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. however.2. or what society I originally moved in?''No.

 and then nearly upset his tea-cup. withdrawn. I told him to be there at ten o'clock.''You care for somebody else. as a shuffling. in the character of hostess. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. she fell into meditation. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. thank you.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. "Yes. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light.' said Stephen.

 and clotted cream. Swancourt. sit-still. Swancourt. you will like to go?'Elfride assented; and the little breakfast-party separated. he passed through two wicket-gates. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. There is nothing so dreadful in that. and pine varieties. Stephen. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. King Charles came up to him like a common man.''What does Luxellian write for. 'I mean. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.

 and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. Mr. then? They contain all I know.' shouted Stephen. Mr. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. I wonder?' Mr. Mr. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. Mr. Let us walk up the hill to the church.' said Mr. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. doesn't he? Well.

 and remained as if in deep conversation.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. It is rather nice.' And she sat down. The feeling is different quite.That evening. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. Smith. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. 'Ah. do. in demi-toilette.