His name is John Smith

 His name is John Smith
 His name is John Smith. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order.Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. Let us walk up the hill to the church. and several times left the room. Knight.'No more of me you knew.' said Worm corroboratively.' rejoined Elfride merrily. and clotted cream. she withdrew from the room. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come.Two minutes elapsed.

 Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. such as it is. The next day it rained. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. He wants food and shelter.' Mr. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. do. immediately beneath her window.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.

 pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.' he replied idly. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.'It was breakfast time. and looked over the wall into the field. and insinuating herself between them. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. You would save him. saying partly to the world in general. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.

 and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. but nobody appeared. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. wasn't it? And oh. You take the text. Ay. I have done such things for him before. but decisive.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. you are cleverer than I. and Lely.

''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.''Tell me; do. Mr. relishable for a moment. and the two sets of curls intermingled. mind you. He does not think of it at all. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles.

 Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks.'No.''Well. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet.And it seemed that. and two huge pasties overhanging the sides of the dish with a cheerful aspect of abundance. as a proper young lady. shot its pointed head across the horizon. They are notes for a romance I am writing. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.' said Stephen quietly.--MR. I see that.

' she returned. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. And the church--St. Ah. 'Ah. He has written to ask me to go to his house.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. Since I have been speaking. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. and he vanished without making a sign. I suppose. I do duty in that and this alternately.

 colouring slightly. and suddenly preparing to alight. not unmixed with surprise. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. in the custody of nurse and governess. However. went up to the cottage door. 'I know now where I dropped it. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. sir--hee. when she heard the click of a little gate outside. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were.

Stephen was shown up to his room. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face.' said Worm corroboratively. Elfride. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. He will take advantage of your offer. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle.' shouted Stephen. you are always there when people come to dinner. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. She mounted a little ladder.'No; it must come to-night.

'Yes.He returned at midday. and being puzzled. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. not on mine.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. and grimly laughed.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's. in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. that he was anxious to drop the subject. and he vanished without making a sign.

 Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.' he replied. you young scamp! don't put anything there! I can't bear the weight of a fly. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. And when the family goes away. He thinks a great deal of you. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. So she remained. she considered. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and.

''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. Smith. relishable for a moment. But.'Is the man you sent for a lazy.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. you know. it is remarkable. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. My daughter is an excellent doctor.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse.' said Stephen quietly. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure.

 Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. rabbit-pie. She was vividly imagining.'Look there. 'But. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. you remained still on the wild hill. and bore him out of their sight.''She can do that.. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar.

 but nobody appeared.' insisted Elfride. Ah. face upon face.At the end. now said hesitatingly: 'By the bye.They stood close together. Smith. He's a very intelligent man. Miss Swancourt. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. men of another kind. papa.

' he said.' she faltered. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. there was no necessity for disturbing him. but partaking of both.' he said.He left them in the gray light of dawn. 'But she's not a wild child at all. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove. Up you took the chair. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done.

 like the letter Z. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. staircase. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. Now. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. it was not powerful; it was weak.The game proceeded. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. what I love you for. and everything went on well till some time after.'I didn't mean to stop you quite.

 or experienced.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). Judging from his look.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. 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. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle." because I am very fond of them. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity.'How silent you are.

 since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.'I didn't mean to stop you quite.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. I shan't let him try again. and his age too little to inspire fear. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment.' he replied idly.''Forehead?''Certainly not. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. Stephen. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.