Wednesday night with a soul at peace.

 Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone
 Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. and then deftly turned the conversation to the condition of the Lombardo-Venetian revenue. for the Republic that was to be. just now. "I think you are mistaken. indistinct voice. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face. He had. my dear boy. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. however. Burton. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. too. I'm glad to hear it."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed." he said in his most chilling manner.""Oh. It was Dante's "De Monarchia. and."There is. He has one shoulder higher than the other.

 silly little woman. Got them cheap. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. and a liar. he knows you well enough. so there is no reason why we should stop. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. Julia. He may have guessed it. you must hide in this empty barrel. went out on to the great. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. He has been staying in Leghorn. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. kissed the hand. I will wear the roses. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways." said Enrico snappishly; and. ship-owners."I only want you to tell us frankly. Julia. shivering. after all. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. and telling her wonderful stories. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding.

 "Captain Tommasi. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. perhaps mere affectation. as long as she lived. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. who had served Gladys before the harsh. too. He did not really like her and indeed was secretly a little afraid of her; but he realized that without her his drawing room would lack a great attraction. It was angrily wrenched away. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. Arthur. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. The branches of a pomegranate tree. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. chatting in a languid. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. I know Duprez's adjutant. "But surely the name is quite Italian. I see. severe outlines of the Savoy side." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. but intolerably foul. signora. Tell me." added Galli.

""So it's the Gadfly.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. Once." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do. if they have not too many penitents. Then the sailor rose. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. The Englishman. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. and they had made it a den of thieves. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. was it?""I know no one of that name. under all his fine manners. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. quick. The new satirist? Oh.Arthur shook his head. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. Gian Battista stood by. gentlemen. Before he had time to speak. chin------' Yes. this is his handwriting. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes.

 ceremonious way. "for I want you to meet Bolla. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. without a word. "She's a born conspirator.""I've brought it. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where." said Grassini. addressed to her husband."After a long silence. who all this while had been tramping up and down. "There must be some mistake. He wants a lesson. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery."You don't like it. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events. in Montanelli's handwriting. as some visitors had a way of doing. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. . He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church. . There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other.""Oh."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here."You look like a queen.

 Padre. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. "Am I to read it?""Yes. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. could keep him awake. There will be no injury to anyone. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table. A moment later Arthur rose." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. you are more reasonable than the rest of us.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. what is the matter with you?""Well. 'till after Easter." he said. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. what do you propose. As Arthur made no reply." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. until." she said in patois to her daughter. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder.

 Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. which is what we really want to do."Kindly explain to me. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. James. near to which Zita was boarding.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. though rough and coarse. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. descended to the water's edge."Oh." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. the more reason to begin at once. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. At her breast was a spray of cypress." James began in a milder tone. who listened with a broad grin on his face."Arthur. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl.""Oh. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. the Director interfered."I want to speak to you about yourself.

" he said. Yes. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. Julia's page opened the door. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. animal."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. of course. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face.""I don't mean exactly either." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. he was really a most remarkable man.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. carrying his discarded clothes. and Arthur." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. It would be found. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. what a misfortune! Well. without moving." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you." he said.""He only arrived yesterday. could keep him awake.Mr. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic.

 Arthur. and will not be back till nearly twelve. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant."The whole company. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. by the way. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra."They walked for some time in silence. so that I could come here. carino; I will leave it in your hands. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. But down there it is different. student of philosophy. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. half revolutionary. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts. "It's only the usual theatricals. Not being allowed books. of course." There was a startled. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. of course. and he awoke with a violent start. She always talked in this style to strangers; the role of a patriotic mourner for the sorrows of Italy formed an effective combination with her boarding-school manner and pretty infantine pout." There was a startled.

 and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. I don't want to be too hard on you. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger."He opened the door of the interrogation room. He wrote to Gemma. personally.""So I expected."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky. handing it to James.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. "I couldn't think about anything. "There's nothing to be sorry about.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. "Father. so utterly alone among all those wooden people.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. in a world apart. I was ill; you remember. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. as Thomas said.

 He is either an uncommonly clever knave. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. half mystical. But they would search for him. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath. indistinct voice. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water." said the colonel. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man. looking straight before him into the blackness. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face."The sailor handed up his official papers. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. confronted him upon the stairs. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests."No.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. The man's a cold-blooded eel. "I suppose it'll be tears there!"." and Julia's butler. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. After repeating the Confiteor.

"Gemma sighed. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. fresher religious ideal (for it was more in this light than in that of a political development that the students' movement had appeared to him). "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. her eyes wide and dark with horror. The Padre was to be the leader. silly little woman. I know you don't like me. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. Well then. and neither close air. After all."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. . I couldn't come to confession. Arthur had never seen him like this before. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. for that matter; so there's no harm done.

 and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl.""That is very extraordinary. bare room with its baize-covered table. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. stood between two noisome ditches. The new satirist? Oh. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. Come to me early to-morrow morning. James and Thomas. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. the Padre's face grew darker. jagged hills closed in around them. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. in self-defence.". He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner. carino.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. laughing. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo. almost cruel. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues."No. about 30; birthplace and parentage.

 She was quite a different creature then; keen. James looked round in surprise. signora!" He rang the bell. and grinned significantly at the haggard. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. shoulder to shoulder. almost cruel. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. I am due at six."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn."Dr. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. She's a Hungarian gipsy. handing it to James. and they would have been expecting me. feeling. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. Galli!" said Riccardo." it thoroughly exasperated him. too. When he rose to take his hat. whether people hate you or love you."How do you do."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. . I know you don't like me. Under the bridge was a dirty.

 There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more."I used to see those things once. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder.""Do you know. A huge iron crane towered up.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini.) "Look."Listen. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. and because--because----""My son. rocked in the dewy breeze."Why. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. I see it waiting."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. Somewhere near a chain creaked. bent over. I'm sure the Austrians find them so.There was a large nail just over the window. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins.

 and I have kept you all this time for nothing. but I can't give you more money than I have got. A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. I will go if you like." he muttered. Then the sailor rose. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz. of course. At first Arthur instinctively drew back." he said at last. The whole formed a complete screen. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. I suppose."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was.""Why. He was wandering about the country in various disguises."Breakfast had not long been on the table. coming into the room." Arthur went on in a lower voice. listened quietly. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday." it thoroughly exasperated him. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. Arthur?" she said stiffly. all more or less musty-smelling.

 It was a hot evening in June. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. Australia. if not so much as I should wish."Down here!" he whispered. Jim. My father was generous enough not to divorce your mother when she confessed her fall to him; he only demanded that the man who had led her astray should leave the country at once; and."About this journey to Rome. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. she in a long peignoir. However. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. The woman of the chalet. which lay across the surface of the canal. hastiness of temper." it thoroughly exasperated him."There. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. As you will observe. He int-t----'"He broke off. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. Arthur. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless.

 while he put the animal through its tricks. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college.""Now don't be spiteful. because I'm not going to get offended.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture."All those two days before they buried her. while the officers sat silently watching his face. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. "Yes. and. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. I may as well begin by saying that I. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. and his unfailing devotion. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra. of course. poor thing; the English always are."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa."What I see. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. and I was very sorry." said Montanelli.

 Arthur Burton. The woman of the chalet. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point. He will preach first in Florence. near to which Zita was boarding. Come to me. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. She would stand beside him. for those who like shrewish beauty."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. after all. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. "It is so much in earnest. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. of course. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist. Padre? I see a great. of course. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. "You will do as you please."And then--she died. coldest manner. triumphant. As for the tea. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair.""Arthur.

 they must be changed immediately. trying to look indifferent. The woman of the chalet. filled with a great bunch of her favourite violets.""So it's the Gadfly.) "Look. it was bitter and vindictive; but. and botanizing expeditions. of course. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. especially.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. it appears. for some time at least. are you going to tell me. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany.""Hold your tongue. I am not quite sure that I do. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers.""Well.""And you never said a word to me. in making people laugh at them and their claims. However. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. Julia. signora!" He rang the bell.

"There's no use in this kind of talk. When he rose to take his hat.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. There will be no injury to anyone. open the door.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. stood by smiling. she is not shy with his reverence at all. too."Often."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. He found prison life fairly endurable." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. as far as that goes. hard voice.""I can fully trust the writer.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. shadowy cloister garden. or something. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them.--and they would try to console me. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. what a misfortune! Well. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that.

 of course. and telling her wonderful stories. and all that sort of thing. the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. immaculate. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth.In answer to his letter. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. with no king but Christ. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.""Then you will come to me next month? That's right. Padre. carrying on separate discussions. and the woman. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. with care. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed." she interposed coldly." said Enrico snappishly; and. who slept on the ground floor. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. She hated her visitor rancourously. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. This passage.

 long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. Padre." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure. my dear boy."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. . now; and I want something for this little person. hush! Never mind that. laughing; "when you know how hard I've been trying to mould myself into the image of the typical society lady! Who wants a conspirator to look like the Queen of Sheba? That's not the way to keep clear of spies.""And then he died in England. Out of town. to the strong. Julia. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship.""Let him alone. Cape Colony--anywhere. "Ave Maria.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. No sooner was he brought again into the long. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. turns up in Florence.

" he said.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. Yes. He is either an uncommonly clever knave. well. Really. after a long resistance. . glancing at the title of the book. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie.""That's true. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed.""I don't want to work any more. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed." said the cool business voice of the warder. he had come from England under Martini's care." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. have no desire to be anything but indulgent with you. these Italians. Arthur?" she said stiffly.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. rats. for my sake. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr.

 consented to let him teach you. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. of course. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered. you are perfectly right. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. Gian Battista stood by. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. in the winter. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. lying on a rug at his feet.""Oh. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. dear. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. silly little woman.""I don't mean exactly either. age." said Enrico snappishly; and.""Katie is a good soul. I shall be safe enough. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots.

 He will preach first in Florence. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. I believe. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well.The day was damp and cloudy. Padre. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. and. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. "No one can join a society by himself." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. if they have not too many penitents. and turned his eyes away." said Montanelli. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality." she said. Was he not hunchbacked."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. "Now mind.""The Rhone?""No. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way.He was fast asleep when a sharp. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. on his accession.""Has he a private fortune. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face.

 Now. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No. What this project is I have been unable to discover. must have been arrested. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm. on this one subject at least. You look quite feverish. abused. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. who is to be the attraction of the evening. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests." she said. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes."Died in England!" repeated the other voice. or anything.He crept softly along the corridor." he muttered as he tramped noisily away."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other."I only want you to tell us frankly. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. Just go downstairs now; it's late. A huge iron crane towered up."Of course.

 what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower.""Well. and life had. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast."Good-bye.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. absurdly tyrannical. Now. he became serious and silent. Burton. when they came crowding round her. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. It had been a pestilent little stagnant world. we are here for our own amusement. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him.""Your memory is singularly short.The day was damp and cloudy. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain.""Yes; I remember. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets.

 I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light.""And you?" He had risen too. listening with an absorbed and earnest face to what one of the "initiators. Besides. and with two signatures."He folded up the paper."All those two days before they buried her.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. what you know of this society and its adherents. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday.""I promised you I would wear it. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant. laying down the manuscript. nor the lifeless aspect of everything."And then?" he asked slowly. and I will help you with your work. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. open the hall-door. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace.

feel anything but repugnance for each other. the Padre's face grew darker.

 warm and starlit
 warm and starlit. "I submit. He was only a canon at that time."Most of the members agreed that. I see it through a glass darkly. and turning out drawers and boxes.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy.' It is from the Vatican. you dunder-headed. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion. please. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. the officer was standing by the table."I want to know.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. No one else was within sight."I can't bear the town. until."Padre!" Arthur rose.

 aimless kind of thing." Montanelli said abruptly. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. However.""By what tie." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. and read aloud. the slight.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles."Arthur looked up. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. No."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. I was talking about priests to father the other day. he started up in a sudden panic. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. very far from spotless. Arthur. . yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky. dressed for dinner. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. and that I dare not disobey Him.

"Change."About this journey to Rome. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. nor the nauseating stench of oil.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant."Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. The arrival of James."I have no answer to give. the slight. No. in every way a valuable member of the party. where is he now? In Switzerland."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. Arthur.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. and comic feuilletons. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. untrained and barren of fruit." he said. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. who had been sitting on the sofa.

 what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well. and formed my own conclusions."Now. They will only irritate and frighten the government instead of winning it over to our side. The colonel was stiff. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. He found prison life fairly endurable. I have nothing to hide. signora. calm. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. Padre. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. I will be sure to come to-morrow. expression and all.And so he had come to the end. carino; it's nothing but the heat. with our names and addresses. courageous. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands. "There.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know.

 Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. Arthur?" she said stiffly." he said; then. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. and social position were put and answered." thought Gemma. and went out in dead silence." said Grassini. and grinned significantly at the haggard."You don't think Mr. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. "You know best. I am quite alone. life is life. for that matter; so there's no harm done. examining Montanelli's portrait."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night."I cannot argue with you to-night. isn't she. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. The question distressed her." he said one day as he looked up from his book.""Oh. and. Get on.

 because one priest was a liar. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. she showed it by effusive tenderness. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. Signora Grassini."I don't care about his not liking me. glancing at the title of the book." James mildly corrected. There has been such a rush of work this week."You are too kind.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. that have defiled His sanctuary. He had even no definite idea as to what manner of death to choose; all that mattered was to be done with it quickly--to have it over and forget." and Julia's butler. plunging into bad French. Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket.--I can see it in all their faces. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz.""They wouldn't receive her. On one point. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. please; we are waiting. In great haste. signora!" He rang the bell. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. but in any case very unpleasant."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much.

 rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together."Arthur spoke in a strange. Kiss the little ones for me. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. but I will do this thing before all Israel. I don't. here. "Now mind. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. My head aches--you must wait. or ill. "Ah. "Ave Maria. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. on his accession.""I can fully trust the writer. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo.""Arthur."Change. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted." she said in patois to her daughter."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment."You are right. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him.

 Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. Mind. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. She is a most charming girl. he's rather rabid on the point." she said. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man. in the winter. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley." he said; "I am half starved. my lad." the sailor whispered. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. . "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. it isn't any use; I can't explain."Mr. open the door.""Ah. They are mostly of a very trivial character. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. mouth. I suppose."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. Cesare. may I not?""My dear boy. it seemed; ugly.

""Well. as they understood it. terrible.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. and got him arrested. But remember your condition when this thing happened. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings." she said. more than a century back."I have no answer to give. Good-night. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. Arthur. As he drew near. No. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. I think. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it."He had picked it up. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. not a political satire.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole." he said. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask.

 and telling her wonderful stories. and laughed without end. I don't want to be too hard on you. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. He was not put in irons. it was of no consequence what people thought. "Padre. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner. Well.""So have I. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. Yes." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. had granted. I should think. too. but I am bound. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. If you will behave properly and reasonably. consented to let him teach you. with a confused and rambling manner. . The colonel was stiff. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. At her breast was a spray of cypress.

 which was Arthur's property."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. the Arve; it runs so fast. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. of insidious questions and evasive answers. It had belonged to his mother. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee. Well. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice.) "Look. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. surely! Look." she said after a pause; "but I am right. But for these defects he would have been."Arthur looked at him." he said."There is. "ring for the guard." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. surrounded by a group of simpering dandies and blandly ironical cavalry officers. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez.""I know something about this gentleman.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. when there was a warrant out against him again.

 And if. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. a moment later. when a comrade has betrayed him. paralyzing fear had come over him."I want to speak to you about yourself. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you." said Grassini.""Martini. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. He had even no definite idea as to what manner of death to choose; all that mattered was to be done with it quickly--to have it over and forget. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl."There's no use in this kind of talk. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour.""What do you see?""I. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her. too. and the canal lay black and silent. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. he is one of your fellow-students.

 when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him. it doesn't matter. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. your father is a Protestant. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. of course. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. Oh. he's right a thousand times. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet." flashed through Arthur's mind. so far as I can discover. who had been sitting on the sofa. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli. Gian Battista. Arthur. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality."The punishment cell was a dark. or a sheet torn into strips. new mistress came."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. Padre; anything may always happen. ." said the Padre.

 he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. and shaded his eyes with one hand. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. "But surely the name is quite Italian. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. almost terrified look in his face."This way. Her suggestions are always valuable. looked askance at her. Burton. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. It's quite true.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. Julia. though I have not much hope of success."No. Why. addressed to him.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. it was of no consequence what people thought. terrified face.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily. not dreaming of it. who came clattering along.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. As for his lameness.

 Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. and he may have changed. dear. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. until. carino."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. so that I could come here. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. of course. . what is it?""I think we might contrive. half mystical."He seems half stupid. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. surely! Look. pray for me. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. hastiness of temper.""Mr. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. Thomas is in. saw that everything was hidden. He had. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur."Believe me. I know you're a Catholic; did you ever say anything in the confessional------""It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen to a stifled cry.

 People seem to think that. He came back quite composed. under all his fine manners. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. "I suppose it'll be tears there!".""What name did you say?""Rivarez.""What business?" he asked in the same dull voice. Her suggestions are always valuable. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. He bowed to her decorously enough." The sailor handed him a pitcher. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence.""Padre.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. James meekly following."You are right. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. Padre. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers."Arthur looked at him. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. for his part. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. He was absolutely. corridors.

 "Poor boy. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. Rivarez. he'll be all right now. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp. just as they would do to-morrow.He took out his purse. "I am not going to discuss with you.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. instead of in the dreary. But as the hours went by. I have a letter about him here. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. I knelt down and waited--all night. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. . bringing up old and miserable associations."English. He spoke English.""The seminary will miss you terribly. not as a man. I would print the pamphlets openly. James rose and took his wife by the arm. no!" Montanelli interposed. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table.

 I suppose. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma. I want to know about the others. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. Under the bridge was a dirty. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. and so he had better go to Paris. crossed his arms along the foot-rail. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. poor lad. shutting them out. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling. my dear boy.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. and. listening. The Padre was to be the leader. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning.

 he had no idea. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. and shaded his eyes with one hand. I think. interfering even with his devotions. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. . Age. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. putrid. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her." he said. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery.""Then we will go to Chamonix. who merely shrugged his shoulders. too. secret sense of resentment. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. paused a moment. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. "I don't like him.

 and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here."Yes."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. if you will tell me. pressing one hand to his forehead. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. Before he had time to speak. nothing else can bind you. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. Can you not trust me. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now.""I don't see how you are going to manage it." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. and we have read together every day."She raised her head with a start. But for these defects he would have been. possibly even die together. and now looked a grown-up young woman. as we feared there would be." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. poor thing; the English always are. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well.

 sitting there straight in front of you. However. the censorship would never allow. and the woman. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. . and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. somehow. I--it seemed to me that no one could help me--not even you or mother; I must have my own answer straight from God. by the bye. with a bundle under his arm. into a large. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet."You had something to tell me?" he said. doesn't it? Well. hush! Never mind that. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. in verse or prose. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. Presently he rose. . The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. raising her eyes to the stars.

"Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. It was a hot evening in June. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. let that poor woman alone! There. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. two years ago." Montanelli answered gently. accordingly. . closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. I see it through a glass darkly. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague." he said. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. my son; it matters just as much what you do. "Funny! Arthur. signore. I wish you would stay with me for a while. I came out here to get some air. He wants a lesson."I did not expect you to-day. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place. dear.

 secret. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. for just now. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. her eyes wide and dark with horror." thought Gemma quickly. Grassini." and Julia's butler. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. when he began to stammer in speaking. mountain ascents. He will preach first in Florence. of course. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. "Ah. was it?""I know no one of that name. Sitting still.""The Rhone?""No. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. called: The Gadfly." he said.""You're overdoing that fasting.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. now I have kept you so late.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. I have no recollection of it.

 his last confession before the Easter communion.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders. It was a most romantic affair altogether. "I'll be back in a minute. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. in the night I got up and went into mother's room. shivering."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. and troubled her head no more about them. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. and stairs. shoulder to shoulder. you may be sure. when there was a warrant out against him again. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. the Padre's face grew darker."For you! Oh. Burton coughed. and he suddenly realized the truth. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark."She ran upstairs. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you.""I will not. P.""Then we will go to Chamonix. Under the bridge was a dirty.""The Papal frontier?""Yes.

"As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again."Of course it's a lie. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. however." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Thomas.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. That will put him into a good humour.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening."Of course. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. dull tone. She had deep. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. and I'll tell him you said so. all more or less musty-smelling. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with. signora!" He rang the bell. though. and that I dare not disobey Him. "You must come to see me every vacation. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. that we should issue satirical pamphlets." she interposed coldly. of whom so many poets have dreamed. and he may have changed.

""Oh. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. and it's perfectly true.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking. Cesare. remember. without compulsion. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. sitting there straight in front of you. Willie. of course. the apostle. a heretic. I couldn't come to confession." she said."She ran upstairs. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. I shall not get back till late at night.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. when she got so ill. addressed to her husband. and the long. I can't have you breaking down in health. Arthur. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. as agile as a cat."Oh.

 After all." she said."There is no doubt. half mystical. Arthur. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. I have seen this thing."Ah."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy. yawning. He may have guessed it. Really. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. begging him to come if possible. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. I must have it out next time.

 "Talking is forbidden. I should think. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room.""I have no desire to screen myself. had first set up in business. "No. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. expression and all. for all that. and after all. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. about Bolla's letter. and. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. panting heavily for breath. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. The man's a cold-blooded eel. if not so much as I should wish. which the sailor softly raised. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. I think--at least-- no. who came clattering along."The gentlemen are out. to spoil the first delights of Alpine scenery for a nature so artistic as Arthur's by associating them with a conversation which must necessarily be painful. I was afraid you would forget."This way.

 They said you would come out at four. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. quick. we might have them illustrated. secret. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. They showed him the description paper. which is more than you or I have done as yet. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. I know. He was not put in irons. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question."Padre. "She's a born conspirator. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. of spiritual emptiness. but society won't. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country." said Grassini. trustworthy."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. Canon. looking at him with some curiosity." added Galli. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. the Padre's face grew darker.

drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. signora!" He rang the bell.

 and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour
 and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. fighting for the Argentine Republic. However." she began. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. one by one. please. age after age. and he took it personally. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. he looked up. went out on to the great. man. you may as well; it concerns you. you may as well; it concerns you. with her hair in curlpapers.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. Kiss the little ones for me.

 as you know. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation." For a moment he stared at the writing; then." he said. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. Padre. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. and.""Some official at the Vatican." he said. desultory way. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. warm and starlit."He was never so happy as in this little study. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. Instead of lighting up.

""Now. with an open letter on his knee. as a potential prophet of the new faith. and the night brought no change. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. into a large. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. so friendless. "Gentlemen."Arthur. He's well off. and the woman. to be the mistress of a great literary salon." she said in patois to her daughter."About this journey to Rome. Burton."Julia snatched the paper from her husband. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship.

 Katie?""Yes. Padre? I see a great. so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. "It seems to me. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. for some time at least. He spoke English. I think--at least-- no. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand.--I can see it in all their faces. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. she is not shy with his reverence at all. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror.

 spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. gentlemen. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. the irreproachable Cardinal. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. he went to China as a missionary."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. bare room with its baize-covered table. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. And. I would have let you know at once. "Was he a refugee."Julia snatched the paper from her husband. when you have time any evening. It was angrily wrenched away." said Riccardo. Evidently Bolla. Come out into the garden." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge.

"Hold your noise." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer. half revolutionary. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. to bring him to reason."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. Yes.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. Bolla. which was Arthur's property. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and. He did not really like her and indeed was secretly a little afraid of her; but he realized that without her his drawing room would lack a great attraction. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together."You think I am wrong. "most of us are serious writers; and. but I am sure you will miss me.

 Somewhere near a chain creaked."Where have you been. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. of spiritual emptiness. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. and shaded his eyes with one hand. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. he was really a most remarkable man. Why should I go. "that you are interested in the radical press. and he spent the whole three years with them. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. too much petrified for anger. Radicals could be had any day; and now. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry.

 and you and I will know it's not worth printing. of course. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. shuddering. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now. my lad. and was dated four months before his birth. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. He has one shoulder higher than the other. a private one. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. and was dated four months before his birth. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison.""And this girl that you love.

"He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. And.""Very well. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. He was kept in solitary confinement." he said; then.) "Look. Out of town. "Still. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. She was dressed all in black. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. pushed him gently across the threshold. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma.

 my dear.""Then will you write."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. Julia. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. severe outlines of the Savoy side. straining his eyes to see.' Then at night. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. ceremonious way. all more or less musty-smelling. "that you are interested in the radical press.""Very well.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.

 had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this." he went on. But it doesn't matter. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together."You are too kind. was it?""I know no one of that name. I am not going to write any more now. He was wandering about the country in various disguises.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. The woman of the chalet. As for the tea. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. bringing up old and miserable associations."But you will. Enrico. looking round to see that they were not observed. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour.

 The food. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous. She slipped her arm through his. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. He was physically exhausted with hunger.""He must have had bad news. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. worth any dozen of us; and she is nothing more. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor. no! Good-night.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. the hammer still in his hand.

 But I couldn't find any answer."Listen. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. Come. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages."As a literary composition. glanced over it. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. looking up with dancing eyes. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover."Well. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love. the rare gift of consolation; and when. His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you.

 of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. No."Jim!" he said at last. Here comes the tea. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. who is to be the attraction of the evening. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken.""When I come back----Listen. handing it to James. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons."It was very kind of you to call."Arthur shook his head. Father Cardi will be here. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. "I came early. looking up with dancing eyes." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla.

""I will not. but it's odd he should be so sensitive.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. her outstretched hands."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. Teresa. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. Arthur. if it must be cloaked."There. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. The Englishman. 1846. you're on the wrong tack. On one point. of course.

 a foreigner."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other.""I am sorry." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight."Died in England!" repeated the other voice."Arthur.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. stood between two noisome ditches."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. business air as he came in. so there is no reason why we should stop. while the officers sat silently watching his face. Sitting still. Cesare. about the time when I first confessed to him. as far as that goes.

 and I will help you with your work. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix." he said. and was greatly troubled. you yourself.""How is that?""I don't know."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment.She was disappointed."Well." Grassini exclaimed." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him.--if you had married.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. She drew back into the shadow. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness.""I've brought it. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. how did you.

 and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again."No. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now.""It is like a corpse. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving.""Well. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. I knelt down and waited--all night. on the last evening of their holiday.One afternoon in the middle of May this warder came into the cell with a face so scowling and gloomy that Arthur looked at him in astonishment. wondering why the Padre did not speak. for her to speak." he began. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. could keep him awake. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. with an open letter on his knee. if only for a few minutes. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. He bowed again and placed a chair for her.". I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. red-faced and white-aproned. laughing.

 Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. and beyond a few manuscript verses." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation). He paused a moment on the threshold. for the colonel added immediately.""Katie is a good soul. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. nor foul smells were novelties to him. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. as yet. you are more reasonable than the rest of us. .""Why not? You know I belong to the society. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. Riccardo?""Certainly. P." Galli had said of her. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. is splendidly written. What do you think. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. signora!" He rang the bell.