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The vicar was rather surprised to see him again so soon: Mrs. Swancourt was not. Knight found, on meeting them all, after his arrival had been announced, that they had formed an intention to go to St. Leonards for a few days at the end of the month. No satisfactory conjuncture offered itself on this first evening of his return for presenting Elfride with what he had been at such pains to procure.
Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness, she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. 'On second thoughts, I will take it, she said. They slowly went their way up the hill, a few yards behind the carriage. 'How silent you are, Miss Swancourt! Stephen observed.
'I suppose, said Stephen, 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but, Miss Swancourt, I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will, indeed.
Early the next morning that is to say, four hours after their stolen interview, and just as the earliest servant was heard moving about Stephen Smith went downstairs, portmanteau in hand. Throughout the night he had intended to see Mr. Swancourt again, but the sharp rebuff of the previous evening rendered such an interview particularly distasteful. Perhaps there was another and less honest reason.
'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry, fry, fry, all day long in my poor head, till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. There, God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later, I hope, and relieve me. 'Now, my deafness, said Mr. Swancourt impressively, 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. Very remarkable, isn't it?
Swancourt came downstairs, and entered the same room by the door. 'Here, Charlotte, is my little Elfride, said Mr. Swancourt, with the increased affection of tone often adopted towards relations when newly produced. Poor Elfride, not knowing what to do, did nothing at all; but stood receptive of all that came to her by sight, hearing, and touch. Mrs.
Instead of remaining in bed that morning Mr. Swancourt must have taken it into his head to see his new neighbour off on a journey. He must have been greatly interested in that neighbour to do such an unusual thing. The carrier's conveyance had pulled up, and Stephen now handed in his portmanteau and mounted the shafts.
In the corners of the court polygonal bays, whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows, broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel, springing from a fantastic series of mouldings, overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. As Mr. Swancourt had remarked, he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner.
Swancourt looked rather red and abashed, as middle-aged lovers are apt to do when caught in the tricks of younger ones. 'Well, yes; I think I did, he stammered; 'just to please her, you know. And then recovering himself he laughed heartily. 'And was this what your Horatian quotation referred to? 'It was, Elfride. They stepped into the drawing-room from the verandah. At that moment Mrs.
Swancourt would have to revoke his formidable words before the waiting for marriage could even set in. And this was despair. 'I wish we could marry now, murmured Stephen, as an impossible fancy. 'So do I, said she also, as if regarding an idle dream. ''Tis the only thing that ever does sweethearts good! 'Secretly would do, would it not, Elfie?
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