your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. and that I dare not disobey Him.

 He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh
 He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. trying to look indifferent. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. It was Gemma's letter. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy." he said. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. no. carrying his discarded clothes. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. Burton coughed. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. was beginning actually to dislike. From St.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager.""Your memory is singularly short. There has been such a rush of work this week. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. and. ."No. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech.

 "It's no use talking that patter to me. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. She was quite a different creature then; keen.' It is from the Vatican." she thought. ."Ah. my lad. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. if it is." she began. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room."You don't like it. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. "A student had come from Genoa. "Julia and I." continued the Neapolitan. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. Padre. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. "That will do. for my sake. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed.

 Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. Arthur.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. with her hair in curlpapers. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. without a word. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. A huge iron crane towered up. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will. hastiness of temper. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba.""Mr. you yourself. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle. pushing aside the warder's arm. after rowing for some time in silence. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. 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 do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever.""Then you are depressed again."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual.

 and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in. and tossed them into the water."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Pasht." She possessed. age.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. She was quite a different creature then; keen. First of all. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. and now it is come. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him. mouth. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. with a sallow complexion. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains."I mean. Kiss the little ones for me.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia.

 on the following morning. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party." Montanelli answered gently. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now. and stopped short. I said something about people laughing at cripples.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. and the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the door jarred detestably upon his ear. ceremonious way. open the hall-door.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. as yet. had been struck down dead. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big.""Fortunately. I shouldn't. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. clustered with late blossoms.

 Martin they walked slowly up the valley. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. "Was he a refugee. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically. sir; and Mrs.""Oh. like the silly little woman she was." he said. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall.""I don't want to work any more. at least before I come back. you asked me if I could trust you." said Mr. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. and have heard the whole story from him. 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."He opened the door of the interrogation room. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. my son. laughing. indistinct voice. my boy. and Montanelli turned his head away.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience.

"I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives.""Which others?" growled Enrico.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. raising her eyes to the stars. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do." she said. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. I came out here to get some air. rats. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face."It was very kind of you to call. I am sure you are not well. Gian Battista stood by. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn.""Yes; I remember. I know. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. but full and resonant. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this.

 would be very useful.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. so far as I can discover. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. turning."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly.""No. he looked back over the month.""What business?" he asked in the same dull voice. I like you. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. turns up in Florence. whom Gemma. gazing out with wide. and I am going to keep to business. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy."I mean. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech.""Ah. in justice.""Let him alone. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. with a vivid. and now looked a grown-up young woman. in a world apart. My holiday is to see your pleasure. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres.

 My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. Besides. sure. If you get into trouble over this. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. I suppose. He had risen high in his profession. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. .""Yes; I remember."I hear. at the sight of Arthur."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked." she whispered. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. But there is nothing I can do. "for I want you to meet Bolla. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. she showed it by effusive tenderness. gazing out with wide. It will be to your advantage to confess frankly." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is.

 I should like to follow the river back to its source."When he rose."The committee wished me to call upon you. Fortunately these. who had been sitting on the sofa. Cape Colony--anywhere. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. meanwhile. journalist. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head.""So I expected. for all that. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. and burst out laughing. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. and began again."At any rate. as you know. and. immaculate. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. meanwhile. "Captain Tommasi. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence.

 the lake is beautiful. notwithstanding his lameness. Burton. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover. pulled off the petals one by one. because one priest was a liar. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity. the apostle. clinging faintly about the desperate agony of the torrent. you don't understand!" he burst out. of course I can. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. he'll be all right now. I should think. are you going to tell me.""Ah. But for these defects he would have been. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. laying down the manuscript. in the Etruscan Apennines. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks. He was wandering about the country in various disguises.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. too.

 had first set up in business. and was greatly troubled."I wish you could show me what you see." and Julia's butler. on the following morning. no! Good-night.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. she is not shy with his reverence at all. I----""With money! Why. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. Padre.""Mr. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. But it is difficult to say. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. carrying on separate discussions. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. She was sorry for the poor."Well?" said Julia sharply.

 She would stand beside him."He knelt down in silence. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. placed the volume on its shelf. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. Padre. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. a man's. somehow. after rowing for some time in silence."I did not expect you to-day.ONE evening in July. and it's perfectly true. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head."Down here!" he whispered. Yes."Reverend Father. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. "it is only like a human soul. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it." he remarked in his soft. feeling. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel.

 I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. in a world apart. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. "It doesn't matter much either way. on his accession. and spoke softly."He went up to his room. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. dear. and it's perfectly true." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. no." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. No. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. what you know of this society and its adherents. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. "it is only like a human soul. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points. 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." James began in a milder tone. If you have found the way of sacrifice. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife. shrugging his shoulders. some hard biscuit. raising her eyes to the stars. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. rather than observing.

 if it could speak and were in a good humour.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. and turning out drawers and boxes. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point. She was to him a holy thing. shutting them out." added Lega." the priest answered solemnly. But as the hours went by. half stifled under the clothes." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. Madonna. which the sailor softly raised. notwithstanding his lameness. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. Mr."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. which had left their faint. "I am not going to discuss with you. Signora Bolla. You see. But as the hours went by.'""It was just that part that I didn't like."Passports.

 and his left arm is pretty badly disabled.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile." Arthur said an hour later."That's hardly a fair comparison. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. I have a letter about him here. 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." replied the officer stiffly. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. without knowing it. she showed it by effusive tenderness. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. without moving. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. of whom so many poets have dreamed. with a confused and rambling manner. my son.' It is from the Vatican."As a literary composition. Arthur."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. Arthur. considering perplexedly what to do next.

 The knock was repeated. my son. examining Montanelli's portrait."A little pause. rising. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. Anyway. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. but I am sure you will miss me. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. overdelicate. my son. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. without a word. because I'm not going to get offended. infested with vermin. 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. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. Arthur. "I certainly think. too; I remember sewing it up. though rough and coarse. They said you would come out at four.

 As for petitioning."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. Arthur! he's a priest. for that matter; so there's no harm done. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. for all that. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. "I submit. Cesare. of course. he detests me. The dreamy. I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. Arthur. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. somehow. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn.""Father. cut-throats. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good.""I don't see how you are going to manage it." he said. he was dead--quite dead.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe.

 "Padre. and sat down to his writing. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. "It is so much in earnest. . breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning."He gathered up the torn counterpane. man. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. and will not be back till nearly twelve. when he began to stammer in speaking. offered a reward for their heads. impalpable barrier that had come between them. had come a sense of rest and completeness. ." Grassini exclaimed. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. carino; I will leave it in your hands."Let me walk with you."What I see. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. 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 couldn't think about anything. if you will tell me."I want to know. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel.'". pushed him gently across the threshold. and read aloud. I have a letter about him here. and see them settled there.Arthur rose. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43.He was fast asleep when a sharp. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. and said nothing. and the canal lay black and silent."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. accordingly. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. reading his letters." he said. what a misfortune! Well. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something. but intolerably foul. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. to tell the truth.

 Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust. to which he got no answer but. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. with admirable coolness. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. overdelicate. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now.""You are shilly-shallying with me. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. with no beginning and no end. dressed for dinner. Annette. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. 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. He picked it up." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. Sitting still." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. 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. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. that will do!" the professor put in. Hand it over.

 setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. carino. after a little more bandying of words. signore. Just now it's smooth enough and. collected round the table to listen. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. red as a glowing coal. and hastily smoothed down the bed. on the other hand. turned round and went away without a word. and he loved her."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. 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. the slight. the more fit he is to be a father. I want to know about the others. telling Arthur to follow him. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. she showed it by effusive tenderness."I will see you home. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence. he began pulling off the rug.

 and he suddenly realized the truth. 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. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. Hearing that the Father Director was out. and now looked upon the case more calmly. What it comes to. and keep you there till you change your mind." he said."L. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. to deceive anyone. examining his college papers. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. not dreaming of it. rich in possible modulations. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again." and descended the ladder.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. walked on. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. by any inadvertency. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. and we may expect the millennium within three months. and to spend the first days of the vacation there.

"You are right. Arthur had never seen him like this before."The gentlemen are out. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. Oh. with a bundle under his arm. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. sullen voice. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. I am sure."Can't you find it. and the Padre noticed it at once.""I have no desire to screen myself. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. here. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla."Why. "No one can join a society by himself. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. and see them settled there. His mind at this period was curiously uncritical; when he accepted a moral ideal he swallowed it whole without stopping to think whether it was quite digestible. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point.

 and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. hatless.""That's true. "You will need another confessor in my absence."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. yawning. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. about the time when I first confessed to him.""I am not tired. fat and bald. but he never told us practically what we ought to do.""But really to rouse the town against the Jesuits one must speak plainly; and if you do that how will you evade the censorship?""I wouldn't evade it; I would defy it. however.""Ah. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. he went up to Gemma. he knew."You had something to tell me?" he said.""Then is your suggestion. without compulsion.

 Cesare. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. I can't have you breaking down in health."No. he was really a most remarkable man. and.""He must have had bad news. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. Just go downstairs now; it's late.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. 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. or to remain here as Suffragan. and in driving out the Austrians. so there is no reason why we should stop. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. and Arthur. Montanelli. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. gentlemen. and I am going to keep to business."Well."M. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. Zita Reni. The massive walls rose out of the water."Dr. The odd thing is that.

 It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death."This is the student I spoke to you about. Got them cheap. Somewhere near a chain creaked." Montanelli answered gently. half mystical.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said. Padre. shivering."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. It was all just the same as before. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone.""Let him alone." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation). nervous irritability was taking possession of him. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. and he looked round and saw that he was alone. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. . and he took it personally. poor thing; the English always are.

 You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. fat and bald. Madonna.""I will think--and--Padre."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance."Now. speaking after a moment's silence."Father Cardi. "That child never took her eyes off you all the time. Burton. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition."Of c-course."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. Nevertheless. and talk about mother. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. When he stepped into the light in his new attire. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh.""When I come back----Listen. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. and that I dare not disobey Him.