Episode 14

Bosomd high in tufted trees.

It was breakfast time.

As seen from the vicarage dining-room,which took a warm tone of light from the fire,the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray.The long-armed trees and shrubs of juniper,cedar,and pine varieties,were grayish black;those of the broad-leaved sort,together with the herbage,were grayish-green;the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown;the sky,dropping behind all,gray of the purest melancholy.

Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect,the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits.It was even cheering.For it did not rain,nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come.

Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face,when she heard the click of a little gate outside.

Ah,heres the postman!she said,as a shuffling,active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.She vanished,and met him in the porch,afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back.

How many are there?Three for papa,one for Mr.Smith,none for Miss Swancourt.And,papa,look here,one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something.Ive been feeling it through the envelope,and cant think what it is.

What does Luxellian write for,I wonder?Mr.Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words.He handed Stephen his letter,and took his own,putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary,as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer.

Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicars.

PERCY PLACE,Thursday Evening.

DEAR SMITH,--Old H.is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.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.I told him that you were not like an experienced hand,which he seemed to forget,but it did not make much difference.However,between you and me privately,if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so,if I were not inclined to return.I would make out the week and finish my spree.He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning.--Yours very truly,SIMPKINS JENKINS.

Dear me--very awkward!said Stephen,rather en lair,and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior,and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.

What is awkward?said Miss Swancourt.

Smith by this time recovered his equanimity,and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.

Important business demands my immediate presence in London,I regret to say,he replied.

What!Must you go at once?said Mr.Swancourt,looking over the edge of his letter.Important business?A young fellow like you to have important business!

The truth is,said Stephen blushing,and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him,--the truth is,Mr.Hewby has sent to say I am to come home;and I must obey him.

I see;I see.It is politic to do so,you mean.Now I can see more than you think.You are to be his partner.I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day,and the way he spoke of you.He thinks a great deal of you,Mr.Smith,or he wouldnt be so anxious for your return.

Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound;to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest-

practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering,however untenable he felt the idea to be.He saw that,whatever Mr.Hewby might think,Mr.Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all.And then,unaccountably,his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness,which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause.

Elfride was struck with that look of his;even Mr.Swancourt noticed it.

Well,he said cheerfully,never mind that now.You must come again on your own account;not on business.Come to see me as a visitor,you know--say,in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys.When are they?

In August,I believe.

Very well;come in August;and then you need not hurry away so.

I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to,or at,in this outlandish ultima Thule.But,by the bye,I have something to say--you wont go to-day?

No;I need not,said Stephen hesitatingly.I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning.

Very well,then,that brings me to what I am going to propose.

This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district,and patron of this living?

I--know of him.

He is in London now.It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two,and taken Lady Luxellian with him.He has written to ask me to go to his house,and search for a paper among his private memoranda,which he forgot to take with him.

What did he send in the letter?inquired Elfride.

The key of a private desk in which the papers are.He doesnt like to trust such a matter to any body else.I have done such things for him before.And what I propose is,that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.Go for a drive to Targan Bay,come home by way of Endelstow House;and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like.I

have the run of the house at any time,you know.The building,though nothing but a mass of gables outside,has a splendid hall,staircase,and gallery within;and there are a few good pictures.