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‘My fault, of course; my fault. What the deuce could I be thinking of! He, a villager’s son; and we, Swancourts, connections of the Luxellians. We have been coming to nothing for centuries, and now I believe we have got there. What shall I next invite here, I wonder!’ Elfride began to cry at this […]

Stephen moved forward as if he would follow the vicar, then as if he would not, and in absolute perplexity whither to turn himself, went awkwardly to the door. Elfride followed lingeringly behind him. Before he had receded two yards from the doorstep, Unity and Ann the housemaid came home from their visit to the […]

‘Ay, no other; and a better-hearted man God A’mighty never made.’ ‘Is he so much hurt?’ ‘I have heard,’ said Mr. Swancourt, not noticing Stephen, ‘that he has a son in London, a very promising young fellow.’ ‘Oh, how he must be hurt!’ repeated Stephen. ‘A beetle couldn’t hurt very little. Well, sir, good-night t’ye; […]

‘Come in,’ he said; ‘it is only Martin Cannister, come for a copy of the register for poor Mrs. Jethway.’ Martin Cannister, the sexton, was rather a favourite with Elfride. He used to absorb her attention by telling her of his strange experiences in digging up after long years the bodies of persons he had […]

‘Under us. He is under this tomb. He is dead, and we are sitting on his grave.’ ‘Elfie,’ said the young man, standing up and looking at the tomb, ‘how odd and sad that revelation seems! It quite depresses me for the moment.’ ‘Stephen! I didn’t wish to sit here; but you would do so.’ […]