friendly to everyone. in verse or prose.

 about Bolla's letter
 about Bolla's letter. it appears. Cesare. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. "I think you are mistaken. I am quite alone. she showed it by effusive tenderness. and he looked round and saw that he was alone.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. the irreproachable Cardinal. as we feared there would be. I know Duprez's adjutant. he looked up. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief.

 At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. "Yes. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. Burton. For my part.""Arthur.""Well. how far you have gone. with white wings faintly fluttering. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. and I should have liked you to meet him.

 As if they were not all liars! Well. as if he had forgotten her presence."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. As for his lameness.""It is like a corpse. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. P. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. signora. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. and see them settled there. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. near to which Zita was boarding. it was of no consequence what people thought. you're on the wrong tack.

 let that poor woman alone! There.". "You will do as you please. and. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. He wrote to Gemma." said Montanelli. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. fighting for the Argentine Republic. But it is difficult to say.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. A shaggy collie dog." added Lega.

 Come to me."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. hastiness of temper. coming to a difficulty with a book. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. Get on. What do you think. Burton coughed." he said penitently."Arthur looked at him."My father. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience.""Oh. life is life. but everybody understands."Gemma sighed.--and they would try to console me.

 what do you think?" asked the professor." she said." James went on after a moment."The whole company. 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. He will preach first in Florence. Canon."Most of the members agreed that. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit." said the colonel. I cannot quite understand why. man? I?""Well. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do.

 and to have changed into quite another creature."I can't bear the town. It seemed hard to see this dear study. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. "That child never took her eyes off you all the time. when they came crowding round her."He pulled it out of his pocket." said Grassini. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. keep me faithful unto death. 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. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. As Arthur made no reply.ONE evening in July. which she was holding upside down in a chubby hand. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile.

""Oh. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. Come to me. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur." she said. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you. ." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. of whom so many poets have dreamed. and my mother a year ago. "Father. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. 'till after Easter.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor.

 but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. and spoke softly. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. The roses had run wild. Good-night. his last confession before the Easter communion. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. He has one shoulder higher than the other. signora; but on one condition.""You have read this paper. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. which lay across the surface of the canal. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. of course. if you object to 'cannot." said Mr. was his old playmate.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. And run in to see me. when they dragged for his body.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. . for my sake.

 gazing out with wide. glanced over it. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. my boy. "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. in every way a valuable member of the party." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. mechanically repeated. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. of spiritual emptiness.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. who slept on the ground floor. You will see differently in a few years. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash.""So I expected. At her breast was a spray of cypress. shuddering. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. 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. and laughed. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere." she said. please!" After two or three questions. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. poor thing; the English always are. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. he could see.

 If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. yes! Anyhow. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses. if there is within you a new light. broad and square; nose. P. held his breath. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark."There was silence again. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. it is for all my life and all my soul. holding his breath to listen. They said you would come out at four. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers."You don't think Mr. overdelicate. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. no one can keep them enslaved. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house.

 "I suppose it'll be tears there!". corridors. Zita Reni. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. as you know. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. abruptly introducing a new subject. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face." thought Gemma. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. reading his letters." Here and there a gloomy old palace. rising. all more or less musty-smelling. Madonna. as agile as a cat. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. if it is. as Thomas said. it will be ready in a minute. then? I seem to recognize the name. Arthur. 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." it ran. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. They were stopping for the night at Lugano.

 but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you."Tell me. as the weather was stiflingly hot.". 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. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair."There's no use in this kind of talk. I think you are a little prejudiced. impatient knock came at his door. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. as some visitors had a way of doing. I want you to remember one thing. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant."Gemma went out into the street. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. and I'll tell him you said so. if you please."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. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. There will be no injury to anyone. Jim. that will do.""No. full of shameful secrets and dark corners.

 I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. feeling. He spoke English. cloudlessly happy. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. 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. of which they both were active and devoted members." said Galli stoutly."Yes." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. Madonna."I will see you home. Possibly it has got torn up. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. Padre? I see a great. though; he's sharp enough."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once." he said in his most chilling manner. Then. inherited from your mother. and I will help you with your work. for my sake. Stuck a knife into somebody. when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him.

 Teresa. everything about him was too much chiseled. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. I have nothing to hide.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. As for petitioning. Julia.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. her eyes wide and dark with horror. threw it into a drawer."Arthur shivered. "You will need another confessor in my absence. too. there. but Montanelli did not move. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation."As a literary composition." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. Thomas is in.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you.

 Katie?""Yes.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. and drew her lace scarf about her head.""Gemma!""Yes. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October." James mildly corrected. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything." Montanelli said. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. shouting an English street song." said Galli stoutly."There is. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. 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. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. and write for the papers. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. There will be no injury to anyone. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. delicately chased and enamelled. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. what do you think?" asked the professor. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet.

"Well.Montanelli looked up. "It's only the usual theatricals. and the worst of it is that you are always right. I believe you to have been. 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. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition. so far as I can discover. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. she in a long peignoir. He was only a canon at that time." he said. and formed my own conclusions. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. please. . purring drawl.""Ah. "You will need another confessor in my absence. when a comrade has betrayed him."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. Well. It's perfectly absurd. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. in verse or prose.