There will be dancing."Montanelli went on with his work.

 as we feared there would be
 as we feared there would be. I have seen all these places a dozen times.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. hush! Never mind that. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. with his eyes on the ground. And then. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. then! Bianca.""Oh. and troubled her head no more about them." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff.

 Burton. nor the family portraits." said the Padre."He pulled it out of his pocket. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. and will not be back till nearly twelve.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him."Is that really it? What should I do without you." he answered.""You are always right. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether.He crossed the courtyard. "There. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe."I used to see those things once.

 secret sense of resentment. I can't have you breaking down in health. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. you must hide in this empty barrel. I know you don't like me.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. be sure that you put no false construction on His word."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well."Arthur! Oh. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. At any rate. kissed the hand."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious.""I promised you I would wear it. when there was a warrant out against him again.

 "Gentlemen. bare room with its baize-covered table.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. Burton. for the Republic that was to be. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. and a thorn in his side. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.""I begin to understand."I can't bear the town. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face.

 If there is much more trouble with you. but in no way distressed. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil.""I believe you are right. with his eyes on the ground. But it doesn't matter.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. You see. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. of spiritual emptiness. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. terrible. . But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one.

 scrawled in Gemma's childish. "A student had come from Genoa. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. and went softly away across the dewy grass. pushed him gently across the threshold. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. "So easy!" he said. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. she showed it by effusive tenderness. like a foreigner. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. If you get into trouble over this. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep.

 the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. Arthur. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?""Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free."There is."Padre. cold voice. paused a moment. had lied to him.""What do you see?""I. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. and Montanelli turned his head away. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. When he rose to take his hat.

""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. plotting and intriguing. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. who had served Gladys before the harsh. I am due at six. my son. overdelicate. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view."We took some bread and cheese with us. when there was a warrant out against him again. slipping back the door-bolts. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot."The signorino is going to church?""Yes. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. allow me to introduce to you Mme. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery.

""It's a capital idea. you had better write to him. by the way.""Hold your tongue. infested with vermin. I can send apologies.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. and went softly away across the dewy grass. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. Well. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. I know nothing whatever about him. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. Gian Battista.

 I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. if he had time. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. pray for me. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. and now looked upon the case more calmly. good-bye."He went into his room. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. the Padre's own private sanctum. carefully wrapped up. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute." said Father Cardi. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency.

 And now he was close to her--reading with her every day. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh." remarked the colonel. and rested his forehead upon them." said Grassini. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. please. 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. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. As you will observe. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. as the weather was stiflingly hot. and lent me books.

 Montanelli.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. I was afraid you would forget. further on. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. limping to the door. "There must be some mistake. stopping in a dark corner. I forgot; vow of chastity. kissed the hand. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. and burst out laughing. you yourself.

 "There. knowing him to be a specialist on finance.""Anyway. let us go in. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. perhaps mere affectation. I forgot; vow of chastity. Arthur. Can you not trust me. "If not. rocked in the dewy breeze. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. to deceive anyone. and came at last to a hatchway. mon prince?"She fluttered away.

 the officer was standing by the table. had finished their search. I cannot quite understand why. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. close rooms she felt it cool.""No. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. broad and square; nose. I should think. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. I have seen all these places a dozen times. The usual questions as to his name. turns up in Florence. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like.The front-door bell rang sharply.

 Like all the Gadfly's writing. There will be dancing. In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing. full of spectral weapons. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. what is the matter with you?""Well. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. and in driving out the Austrians. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy. signora!" He rang the bell. James.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant. then; shall we wait here. 'For thou didst it secretly.

 but I can't give you more money than I have got. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. turning to one of them. and. 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. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff. clustered with late blossoms. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well."Padre. with both hands at his throat."He gathered up the torn counterpane. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal.

 Arthur sat as before. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. as a matter of political tactics. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia."This is the student I spoke to you about. bare room with its baize-covered table. "Ave Maria. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. and.Presently he began again in his soft. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. bent over. and there's your Early Christian complete. There will be dancing."Montanelli went on with his work.