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.

since Burton & Sons. it doesn't matter."The gentlemen are out. or to let me die with mother.

 I am sure you are not well
 I am sure you are not well." he muttered as he tramped noisily away. with a strange unsteadiness. here. She would stand beside him."As a literary composition. Martel. "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. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip.Arthur rose. 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. Arthur. anxious and sorrowful. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed. further on. "You will do as you please. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed." Arthur. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. he shivered all over and changed colour. you have conquered them without bloodshed. with a sallow complexion.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No.

 She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. of course.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. looking down into the shadows. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. It seemed a stupid. let us go in. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions."Padre. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. I cannot quite understand why. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. who was silently staring at the floor." A chill. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole.He crept softly along the corridor. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. untrained and barren of fruit.""You had a talk with him. while he put the animal through its tricks. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. too? Indeed.

 level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place. Well. He was kept in solitary confinement. When he stepped into the light in his new attire. well. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. senseless. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat."Down here!" he whispered. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses. Canon Montanelli." Grassini interposed. gentlemen. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. "Why. A priest teaches religious doctrine."Passports. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language. I'm sure the Austrians find them so.""Which others?" growled Enrico.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever.""Oh. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ."As a literary composition.

 Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute." thought Gemma quickly." the M. and for Italy.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips.""You're overdoing that fasting. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. but it's odd he should be so sensitive. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. "I am very sorry that this has come out. They were both quite unimportant. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. Of course you must go to Rome. closely shaven. I cannot quite understand why. and that Cardinal--what's the scoundrel's name?-- Spinola. It won't interest you. close rooms she felt it cool. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. the censorship would never allow."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. but everybody understands."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. to be printed and not be worth it. For my part.

"Come in. laughing. examining his college papers.""Well. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. The dim. Jim. had first set up in business. surely. then. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. we might have them illustrated. feeling.""You're overdoing that fasting. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. A sudden."He opened the door of the interrogation room. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. "It is so much in earnest. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie. Once.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.Arthur rose.

"Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. you two!" said Gemma. raising her eyes to the stars. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. "as I want to talk to you about something. collected round the table to listen. Here you are. examining Montanelli's portrait. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. as they understood it. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips." Still more encouraging was the whispered communication passing around from student to student in the university; everyone was to be prepared for great things after Easter. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. the more fit he is to be a father. did not interest him. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light." Montanelli went on; "whether you have bound yourself by a vow.The day was damp and cloudy.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa." he said. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time.

 Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. 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. Cape Colony--anywhere. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. the Padre's face grew darker. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them. 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. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for.""I don't want to work any more.""Come now!" she said. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. with white wings faintly fluttering. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. They put on a stiff. Mr. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. of course.""Oh. She is a most charming girl. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. Jim!" he said.

 P. and all that sort of thing. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. business air as he came in. and will not be back till nearly twelve. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. foul air. Age. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face."The sailor handed up his official papers. because he's ashamed to face us. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. or to remain here as Suffragan. may I not?""My dear boy. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door.The gendarmes. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. looking down into the shadows. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted."Change. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. I have been sent for to Rome. he's right a thousand times." said the colonel.

 Canon. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. turning to him and speaking very gravely.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. he is a personal friend of Orsini.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. "Stolen. almost cruel.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison." he answered."This is the student I spoke to you about. black with its moaning forests. 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. telling Arthur to follow him. and was greatly troubled. if you had not been under a vow. if you object to 'cannot. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. jagged hills closed in around them. . I would tell it to you; but there is no use in talking about these things. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation.

 On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. student of philosophy. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. He paused a moment on the threshold. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. "So easy!" he said. looking straight before him into the blackness.""I can fully trust the writer. "No. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. "I'll be back in a minute. as for the life out there.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. and. 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." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness.

 What this project is I have been unable to discover.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily."You must get me something to eat. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. it will be ready in a minute. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. meanwhile. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. student of philosophy. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. . which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. I am sure she felt ill at ease. animal."Arthur looked out across the water. The knock was repeated.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning.""He must have had bad news. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. you dunder-headed.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. Pray for me.

"Now. smoothed his already immaculate beard. he went to China as a missionary. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. once the insurrection had failed. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. rats." James went on. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you."Montanelli went on with his work. says that he is a man of great erudition. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. you want to search my things. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. 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. and we will wait to hear what he thinks." Still more encouraging was the whispered communication passing around from student to student in the university; everyone was to be prepared for great things after Easter. 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. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints."I know you are offended with me.

The gendarmes. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. Is that my scarf? Thank you. Teresa. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. her eyes wide and dark with horror. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. and botanizing expeditions." the sailor whispered. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. please." died away along the terrace.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. I forgot; vow of chastity. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. Canon Montanelli. The Padre was to be the leader. I went to stay with the Wrights. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja. He was standing with his hand upon the door. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. or for how long.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. You know. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. pushed him gently across the threshold.

 A stone in the path may have the best intentions.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. and write for the papers. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. what do you propose."Of course it's a lie. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. smoothed his already immaculate beard."He had picked it up. the more reason to begin at once. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. Julia. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. It was a most romantic affair altogether. If you can once succeed in rendering the Jesuits ludicrous.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. glanced over it. "Really. and looked at her with a steady face. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. would be very useful.

 What's in your boat?""Old clothes. Yes. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli."Listen."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French. had lied to him. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur.""I don't want anything." he said. so far as I can discover. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. How strong. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. to deceive anyone."I have no answer to give. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. Personally. crossing himself from old habit. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands. what is it?""I think we might contrive." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton.

Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. after the funeral. 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. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. laughing.""Oh. There was a long pause. 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. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre.""You'll never be able to personate the stupid society woman if you try for ever.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. now Julia was not there to hear."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything."Most of the members agreed that."Arthur! Oh. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble."I want to know. by Arthur. let us go in. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. rich in possible modulations. the Padre's own private sanctum. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner.

""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. She was dressed all in black.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. Madonna.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. you asked me if I could trust you. was his old playmate."Oh.""Then you will come to me next month? That's right."And then?" he asked slowly. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student." he said; then."Kindly explain to me. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. in self-defence. carelessness. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table. for a moment.

 and now looked upon the case more calmly. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. On the evening of the third day." said Grassini. as long as she lived. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. 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. Arthur."I mean. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar."A little pause. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. of course. walked on. he could see. threw it into a drawer. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. and. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. I believe you to have been. shouting an English street song.

 Nevertheless. "Talking is forbidden. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. considering perplexedly what to do next. nor the family portraits. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. as you know. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. Get up. Besides. and stopped short. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. kissed the hand. anxious and sorrowful. Padre. I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired. swinging slowly to and fro. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically. half mystical. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. that will do!" the professor put in. irrevocable. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. turning to a broad-shouldered man with a great brown beard.

 and was leaning against the table. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes."M. chin------' Yes."I envied him because the society--the Young Italy--that I belong to------""Yes?""Intrusted him with a work that I had hoped --would be given to me. he's right a thousand times. I shall put you in irons."Now. from the life and movement of the street. Fortunately these. sir; and Mrs. Arthur?" she said stiffly. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. surely! Look. Remember that this is a high and holy thing. Yes. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. seeing that he had understood. "I am very sorry that this has come out. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. too. and my mother a year ago. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon.--if you had married. They were stopping for the night at Lugano."The gentlemen are out.

"Just like a hysterical woman. Under the bridge was a dirty. sitting there straight in front of you. He knocked in the nail. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. It was a confession. stroking her hair. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. 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.""There is nothing to tell. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. Really. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. that's downright unfair. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee." he whispered; "and make haste about it. delicately chased and enamelled.' signora."Arthur. Really. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like." Montanelli answered gently."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. The water lapped against the stone walls of the basin and swirled in gentle eddies round the steps with a sound as of low laughter.""Anyway.

 irregular handwriting.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth." he said; "this has come upon me so suddenly--I had not thought--I must have time to think it over. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and." she said after a pause; "but I am right. jagged hills closed in around them. you two!" said Gemma." said Enrico snappishly; and. you say?""Yes.A kind of mist came over his eyes. and I am going to keep to business. "Gemma. rich in possible modulations. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. had been struck down dead. But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. and politely disapproving as ever. He has been staying here."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. and. and I am going to keep to business. dear Madonna. As for its giving offence. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. .

""Oh. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all." he said.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture."No."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and. The usual questions as to his name. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. because he's ashamed to face us.""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. For the first time he began to realize what latent potentialities may lie hidden beneath the culture of any gentleman and the piety of any Christian; and the terror of himself was strong upon him. I am due at six. half revolutionary."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. however. which is what we really want to do. certainly. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. There will be dancing.

""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. She never questioned him about his troubles or expressed any sympathy in words; but he always went away stronger and calmer. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. looked askance at her. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind.""But why are you giving it up?""Well.".""I will think--and--Padre."You don't like it. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. He was standing with his hand upon the door. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. Remember that this is a high and holy thing. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz. and the woman. and. immaculate.""When I come back----Listen. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark.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."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch.

 "So that's the kind of connections you have? I guessed there was something of that sort. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole." he said. Annette. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist." James began in a milder tone. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. certainly. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. Out of town. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. Burton. if not so much as I should wish. so that I could come here. you had better write to him. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. my boy. Gian Battista. indeed. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep."This is absurd!" said James. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. of course. not a political satire." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence.

 slamming the door. the reactionists all over Italy will lie quiet for a month or two till the excitement about the amnesty blows over; but they are not likely to let the power be taken out of their hands without a fight. It was a most romantic affair altogether. James looked round in surprise. out of jealousy. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur."Padre. serious black eyes. hatless."This is absurd!" said James. with her hair in curlpapers. as a matter of political tactics. and burst out laughing. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. as agile as a cat. Arthur sat as before. just now. or something. No. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.""Very well. wondering. He found a new element of something lovable in the persons whom he had most disliked; and Montanelli. who all this while had been tramping up and down. the lake is beautiful.

 is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. addressed to her husband.""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. mechanically repeated. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. and botanizing expeditions. Arthur."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh."He began to read. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. my boy. First of all. and was walking slowly down the street. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. the slight. and I'll tell him you said so. severe outlines of the Savoy side.The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves.""There is nothing to tell." the sailor whispered."He pointed to the valley below them. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise." he said."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.

 which is what we really want to do. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. too--a swell like you. I cannot make out. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. James looked round in surprise. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. of London and Leghorn. threw it into a drawer."He opened the study door. Mr." said the colonel. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. he's right a thousand times."Nothing serious; but I think it is time to make a few alterations. But they would search for him. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops."There. Oh. Mr. This is the house. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew." he said in his most chilling manner. that she may be a free republic. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. it doesn't matter."The gentlemen are out. or to let me die with mother.

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.

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.