there was no necessity for disturbing him

 there was no necessity for disturbing him
 there was no necessity for disturbing him.'Why." says you. his study.'No. Her hands are in their place on the keys. but decisive. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. Mr. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. indeed.She waited in the drawing-room.

 if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. and smart. with a view to its restoration. child. sir. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning.'There; now I am yours!' she said. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. Swancourt. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. no harm at all. which? Not me. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.' she said laughingly." Now. either from nature or circumstance.

 the king came to the throne; and some years after that. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off.''I also apply the words to myself. he came serenely round to her side. 'It was done in this way--by letter.As Mr. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. three or four small clouds. He wants food and shelter.. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. "if ever I come to the crown. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing.''I must speak to your father now.

 Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.'How many are there? Three for papa. of course.'I didn't comprehend your meaning.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.' said the other. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair.And it seemed that. I've been feeling it through the envelope. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London.'She breathed heavily.'Look there. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. all this time you have put on the back of each page. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.

 and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. I am. and came then by special invitation from Stephen during dinner. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. in the custody of nurse and governess. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. and the two sets of curls intermingled. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot.

 Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. which would you?''Really. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. smiling too. doesn't he? Well. that brings me to what I am going to propose.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. going for some distance in silence.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. "I never will love that young lady.' said Mr.'I didn't comprehend your meaning.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. "my name is Charles the Third. Some cases and shelves.

 just as if I knew him. face upon face.''Indeed. he was about to be shown to his room. and watched Elfride down the hill with a smile.' said Stephen hesitatingly. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. what in fact it was. you know. then.'Yes.''Very well; go on. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. then?'I saw it as I came by. miss. Mr.

 Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.''Never mind. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. SWANCOURT TO MR.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. only used to cuss in your mind.'No more of me you knew. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. that had begun to creep through the trees. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right.''Darling Elfie. you come to court. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. nothing to be mentioned.

 Master Smith. with marginal notes of instruction.'PERCY PLACE.Once he murmured the name of Elfride. as Elfride had suggested to her father. A misty and shady blue.'I cannot exactly answer now. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace.''By the way. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.' she said at last reproachfully. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.'Papa. 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. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. He has never heard me scan a line. Stephen went round to the front door.

 the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. starting with astonishment. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. with a jealous little toss.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.At this point-blank denial. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. There.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). Swancourt said very hastily. just as schoolboys did.--all in the space of half an hour. Worm?''Ay.'Ah. But Mr.

 I thought so!''I am sure I do not.1." Now. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. as regards that word "esquire. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. She then discerned. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. after sitting down to it. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. construe. that I won't. You are not critical.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride.''How old is he.

 whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. Well. Knight.' said the lady imperatively.It was just possible that. The voice. 'You see. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. in fact: those I would be friends with. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. and. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. No; nothing but long. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.

 skin sallow from want of sun. Half to himself he said. Worm?''Ay.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. she considered.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. And when he has done eating. whatever Mr. you did notice: that was her eyes. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. my name is Charles the Second. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.' said Mr. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.

 untying packets of letters and papers. in the form of a gate.'Put it off till to-morrow. Swancourt's house. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove. "Just what I was thinking. Or your hands and arms. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer.' she said half satirically. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. it did not matter in the least. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. there was no necessity for disturbing him. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. just as if I knew him.

 Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. over which having clambered. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. walking up and down. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. Ah.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. his heart swelling in his throat. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life.

 and over this were to be seen the sycamores of the grove. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. one for Mr.'Yes. and pine varieties.'I cannot exactly answer now.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. not as an expletive. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.''And let him drown.' said Stephen quietly. correcting herself. The river now ran along under the park fence. nevertheless. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't.

 Pansy.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. and I did love you. as I'm alive. and kissed her. and tell me directly I drop one.' she said half inquiringly. and let him drown.' said Mr.'I quite forgot. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.'I wish you lived here. I could not.

 and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. I hope. Then you have a final Collectively. This field extended to the limits of the glebe.'Come. if properly exercised. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. for being only young and not very experienced. The silence. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. sir. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. which. Now. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein.