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Oh, there is so much to explain; I wish I might write myself! 'Now, Elfie, I'll tell you what we will do, answered Mr. Swancourt, tickled with a sort of bucolic humour at the idea of criticizing the critic. 'You shall write a clear account of what he is wrong in, and I will copy it and send it as mine. 'Yes, now, directly! said Elfride, jumping up. 'When will you send it, papa?
'You see, critics go on writing, and are never corrected or argued with, and therefore are never improved. 'Papa, said Elfride brightening, 'write to him! 'I would as soon write to him as look at him, for the matter of that, said Mr. Swancourt. 'Do!
'Never saw such a dreadful scene in my life never! said Mr. Swancourt, floundering into the boat. 'Worse than Famine and Sword upon one. I thought such customs were confined to continental ports. Aren't you astonished, Elfride? 'Oh no, said Elfride, appearing amid the dingy scene like a rainbow in a murky sky. 'It is a pleasant novelty, I think.
'It was only about a man who, by the same careful system of observation, was known to deceive persons for more than two years into the belief that he kept a barometer by stealth, so exactly did he foretell all changes in the weather by the braying of his ass and the temper of his wife. Elfride laughed. 'Exactly, said Mrs. Swancourt.
Swancourt came now to where they were sitting, to select a flat boulder for spreading their table-cloth upon, and, amid the discussion on that subject, the matter pending between Knight and Elfride was shelved for a while. He read her refusal so certainly as the bashfulness of a girl in a novel position, that, upon the whole, he could tolerate such a beginning.
They sank lower and lower. 'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here, continued the man with the reins. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow, and has a church to itself. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both, and bobs backward and forward. Ah, well! 'tis a funny world. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands.
During the remainder of the afternoon Elfride was invisible; but at dinner-time she appeared as bright as ever. In the drawing-room, after having been exclusively engaged with Mr. and Mrs. Swancourt through the intervening hour, Knight again found himself thrown with Elfride. She had been looking over a chess problem in one of the illustrated periodicals. 'You like chess, Miss Swancourt? 'Yes.
Swancourt been left alone in her carriage under the tree, this man would have remained in his unobserved seclusion. But seeing her thus, he came round to the front, stooped under the rail, and stood beside the carriage-door. Mrs. Swancourt looked reflectively at him for a quarter of a minute, then held out her hand laughingly: 'Why, Henry Knight of course it is!
Returning and sitting up in bed, she diligently studied the volume till the clock struck five, and her eyelids felt thick and heavy. She then extinguished the light and lay down again. 'You look pale, Elfride, said Mrs. Swancourt the next morning at breakfast. 'Isn't she, cousin Harry?
'Oh, that you, Robert Lickpan? 'Nobody else, William Worm. 'And is the visiting man a-come? 'Yes, said the stranger. 'Is Mr. Swancourt at home? 'That 'a is, sir. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet, as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.
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