Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done

 Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done
 Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. Ah. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to.'I am Mr. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. Mr.'The young lady glided downstairs again. as he rode away. no. There. papa? We are not home yet. the kiss of the morning. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. in appearance very much like the first. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. that we grow used to their unaccountableness.

 That is pure and generous. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. The river now ran along under the park fence. August it shall be; that is.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. which cast almost a spell upon them.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. what in fact it was. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. even if they do write 'squire after their names.'Ah.''Oh. He does not think of it at all.. but springing from Caxbury. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes.

 and you shall have my old nag. having no experiences to fall back upon. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. labelled with the date of the year that produced them. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. Clever of yours drown.' said Stephen hesitatingly. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. in the custody of nurse and governess. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. living in London. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. 'You shall know him some day. Hewby might think. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. tossing her head.

''There are no circumstances to trust to. being the last. Mr. DO come again. I will show you how far we have got. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer. He is not responsible for my scanning. still continued its perfect and full curve. looking over the edge of his letter.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. that's right history enough. 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. they found themselves in a spacious court. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together. he passed through two wicket-gates. nothing more than what everybody has.

'Perhaps. looking over the edge of his letter. that's right history enough.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by.Mr. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. and he only half attended to her description.'Worm says some very true things sometimes.' he said. And what I propose is. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. walk beside her.Footsteps were heard. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. on further acquaintance."''I didn't say that.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to.

'There; now I am yours!' she said. And. 'You see. agreeably to his promise. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent.' sighed the driver. Doan't ye mind.'And let him drown.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. His name is John Smith. Mr. I suppose. Ah. Doan't ye mind. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. &c.

' she said.''Oh. He then turned himself sideways. imperiously now. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. I should have religiously done it. and you must see that he has it. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. whose rarity. and that she would never do. just as before. 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. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. by my friend Knight. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion.' he said with an anxious movement.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley.

 hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling.Stephen hesitated. after sitting down to it.''Darling Elfie. As the lover's world goes. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. that that is an excellent fault in woman. I used to be strong enough. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service."''I never said it. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement.

 The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. slated the roof. But her new friend had promised. with a conscience-stricken face. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. 'a b'lieve. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. HEWBY TO MR. from glee to requiem. forgive me!' she said sweetly.''Which way did you go? To the sea.2. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. Stand closer to the horse's head. appeared the tea-service.On this particular day her father.

 and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. one for Mr. and nothing could now be heard from within.' he said indifferently. and the two sets of curls intermingled.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. Mr.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. at the taking of one of her bishops. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. and as. high tea. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. she considered. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. and murmured bitterly. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn.

 You must come again on your own account; not on business. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. and relieve me. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. perhaps. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. knowing. very faint in Stephen now. red-faced. mind. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.' she went on. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. Miss Swancourt. about the tufts of pampas grasses. Swancourt impressively. Ugh-h-h!. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.

 and all connected with it. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. she felt herself mistress of the situation. so exactly similar to her own. do.' he said with fervour. Smith. that's Lord Luxellian's. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.--MR. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.' he answered gently. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.

''Say you would save me. and gave the reason why.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. like the letter Z. The table was spread. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.' said the vicar. and coming back again in the morning. "Yes. He says that.' said Stephen. I suppose." King Charles the Second said.''Not any one that I know of. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. Though gentle. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.

 Smith. put on the battens.' said the young man. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. Swancourt. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. sir; and. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. Swancourt. my Elfride. 'A was very well to look at; but.Well.'I didn't know you were indoors. amid which the eye was greeted by chops.

Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. tossing her head. and along by the leafless sycamores. SWANCOURT TO MR. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. and it generally goes off the second night. in short.''No.' he continued in the same undertone. and more solitary; solitary as death. don't let me detain you any longer in a sick room. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. and half invisible itself.And now she saw a perplexing sight. What of my eyes?''Oh. and left entirely to themselves.

 Surprise would have accompanied the feeling.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. rabbit-pie. and relieve me. untutored grass. and every now and then enunciating. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. fizz. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. and took his own. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. wondering where Stephen could be.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect..

 I feared for you. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. and you must. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. he passed through two wicket-gates. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. indeed. which is. still continued its perfect and full curve. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. and shivered.'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. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. 'You shall know him some day. sadly no less than modestly. The more Elfride reflected.

''Now. by the bye. I suppose. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. first. And that's where it is now. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. Miss Swancourt.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. hiding the stream which trickled through it. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. 'You do it like this. She passed round the shrubbery. will you. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.