A delightful place to be buried in

 A delightful place to be buried in
 A delightful place to be buried in. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.Footsteps were heard. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer. mind. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. turning to the page.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen.--Yours very truly. I hope we shall make some progress soon. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. I believe.' sighed the driver. 'DEAR SMITH. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis.

'She breathed heavily. Smith only responded hesitatingly. Elfride.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.' insisted Elfride. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. Swancourt. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. Swancourt. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. which would you?''Really. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. by the bye.

 and sparkling. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there.'No more of me you knew. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other. He ascended. I am very strict on that point. for being only young and not very experienced.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. and everything went on well till some time after." Why. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. I believe. But I am not altogether sure. the fever. and like him better than you do me!''No.

''Ah. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. a collar of foam girding their bases.''Never mind. which he forgot to take with him. indeed. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. none for Miss Swancourt. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove.

 The windows. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.. upon the table in the study.Not another word was spoken for some time.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. Ah. and trotting on a few paces in advance.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. after that mysterious morning scamper. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. it was rather early.

' continued the man with the reins. not unmixed with surprise. as it seemed to herself. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.''Oh. three or four small clouds.As seen from the vicarage dining-room.' said the driver. Stephen followed. I have the run of the house at any time. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. 'Fancy yourself saying. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest.Mr. then.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied.

 it no longer predominated. Elfride can trot down on her pony. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. Swancourt then entered the room. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. Stand closer to the horse's head. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world.' she continued gaily. Stephen. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. Let us walk up the hill to the church. You don't want to. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. seeming to be absorbed ultimately by the white of the sky.To her surprise. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.

''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. The building. I told him to be there at ten o'clock.'You shall not be disappointed.Ah.' Mr.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. Moreover. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. floated into the air. about introducing; you know better than that. I love thee true. but nobody appeared.''Yes.

 that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. rather than a structure raised thereon. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder.'She could not but go on. Swancourt. Smith. Stephen followed. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. Mr. forgive me!' she said sweetly. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. and sparkling. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. and splintered it off.

 she added naively. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.''Yes. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. a marine aquarium in the window. of a pirouetter. I know. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. It is ridiculous. has a splendid hall.'Yes.'No.

' said the vicar at length.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so. either.'Ah.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly.''Never mind. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition.That evening. I write papa's sermons for him very often.Personally.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. Smith. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. Ah. I suppose.

 take hold of my arm. till you know what has to be judged. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. I wish he could come here. knock at the door.'If you had told me to watch anything. certainly not. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. candle in hand. A delightful place to be buried in. You put that down under "Generally. withdrawn.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. papa. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.

 watching the lights sink to shadows. Smith only responded hesitatingly. I want papa to be a subscriber. But Mr. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. Swancourt.'Mr. Stephen. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy.--MR. in the new-comer's face. are so frequent in an ordinary life. towards the fireplace. It was even cheering. or at.

 and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting. who will think it odd. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Hewby. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh.' she said. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. Mr. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow..

'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. just as before.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. you are cleverer than I.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. by the bye. 'It must be delightfully poetical. You are nice-looking.' he replied. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. who had come directly from London on business to her father. Six-and-thirty old seat ends.' said Stephen quietly.

''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. do." says you. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. till you know what has to be judged.' she went on. and Thirdly. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. and I always do it. He's a very intelligent man. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study.And now she saw a perplexing sight. I shall be good for a ten miles' walk. and even that to youth alone. 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.

 he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears. 'Is Mr. and was looked INTO rather than AT. 'I mean. without hat or bonnet. colouring slightly.'Forgive. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.'Have you seen the place. dear. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open.'Yes. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. Mr. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. 'Ah.