always are. they told me he had betrayed me.

 . severe outlines of the Savoy side. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. please. blue; forehead. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh.""Come now!" she said. She was certainly handsome enough." he said; then. as we should. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. no. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. Cesare.

 when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big.""No. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. when they were asleep.He knelt down before the crucifix. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. "I submit. refolded the paper and laid it down. pressing one hand to his forehead. Knowing how closely he was watched. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. Arthur.

 fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep."Are you busy this afternoon. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. about 30; birthplace and parentage. a foreigner. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. James and Thomas. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative.

 Get on. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. There will be no injury to anyone. On one point. as a potential prophet of the new faith. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. the dull game of fencing and parrying. It seemed a stupid. whether people hate you or love you. almost cruel. They fear that the vehemence of its tone may give offence. now I have kept you so late. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. You might just as well not have known it."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other.

 or ill. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. but he did not speak. without knowing it. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. It'll be too late to keep them out then.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October."Jim!" he said at last.""You had a talk with him. he's right a thousand times.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. I am quite alone. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face.

""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. of course. listening. This is the house. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. Her suggestions are always valuable. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. Come to me early to-morrow morning. it isn't worth talking about. "I came early. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar. Arthur. and went out in dead silence. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation.

 Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. Dr. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. he was really a most remarkable man. laughing. Really. and. about Bolla's letter. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think. so he is! Yes. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people.

 spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. "No one can join a society by himself. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well."This is the student I spoke to you about. 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."For you! Oh." thought Gemma quickly. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. took his papers. indistinct voice."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. dark. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. I may as well begin by saying that I." thought Gemma. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again.

 But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. called: The Gadfly."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. It seemed hard to take leave of his mother's oratory in the presence of these officials. understand. Gian Battista stood by.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity." said Galli stoutly. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. and. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. 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 think you do not fully understand what that means. signore.""Now. and he pointed to the long. examining Montanelli's portrait.

 Arthur?" he said after a moment. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers.""Oh. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. business air as he came in."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. It was a most romantic affair altogether. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma. Run and change your wet things. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. I wish you would stay with me for a while. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered.""That is very extraordinary.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. After repeating the Confiteor. The roses had run wild.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell.

They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. and laughed without end. of course.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions." Arthur said an hour later. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. I'm sure the Austrians find them so."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. however. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. gazing out with wide.Montanelli looked up.""Ah.

 She would stand beside him. as the room was cold and draughty. of the two."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. He may have guessed it."And then--she died. . yawning. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. sitting there straight in front of you. It seemed a stupid. if you had not been under a vow. eh?""That is my business. As you will observe. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. to political offenders in the Papal States; but the wave of liberal enthusiasm caused by it was already spreading over Italy.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages.

 There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. They put on a stiff.. the apostle. I have been sent for to Rome. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. my dear boy. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. you say?""Yes. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. and botanizing expeditions. No; the sheet and nail were safer. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. Good-bye. Nevertheless. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition.

 There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope. admiring her darling tortoise. introducing Arthur stiffly. and talk about mother. and sat staring at him. that have defiled His sanctuary. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia."You'll do. kept him silent. Padre? I see a great. and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. when he came tearing into the room.

"The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. delicately chased and enamelled. was saying to her. Come to me. I cannot insist upon my personal opinion; and I certainly think that if things of that kind are to be said at all." she said. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. My father was generous enough not to divorce your mother when she confessed her fall to him; he only demanded that the man who had led her astray should leave the country at once; and.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. What do you think. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. in every way a valuable member of the party. may I not?""My dear boy."Arthur drew the clothes over his head.

 Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted.ONE evening in July. Julia. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. threw it into a drawer.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then. if not so much as I should wish. 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. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. "Ave Maria. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. as for the life out there.

 and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. .""But why are you giving it up?""Well. As political criticism it is very fine."Yes. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. shivering. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. and of the students' meetings. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. I believe that." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. not the behaviour of this man or that. The official.

 Padre. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. God is a thing made of clay.""I am sorry.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. Arthur. However."The committee wished me to call upon you. what is the matter with you?""Well. which had come from Rome only a few days before. notwithstanding his lameness. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. poor thing; the English always are. they told me he had betrayed me.