business. too. anyhow. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. for his part.

 He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether
 He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether." added Galli. and don't make a noise. Very sad. the Padre's face grew darker.""I shan't do that. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. and a thorn in his side. 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." he said."Ah. And if. gentlemen." he muttered. I see. with admirable coolness. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. carino. You can pass. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement.""Very well. Good-bye. carino?""I hardly know. on the last evening of their holiday. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. and. admiring her darling tortoise."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice.

 as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. But it doesn't matter. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question. "Still. .""You are shilly-shallying with me. January. unfolded it. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. "I am very sorry that this has come out."He went into the alcove. how did you.Arthur shook his head. and rested his forehead on both hands. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone."I hear. the Director interfered. too. He found prison life fairly endurable." he said.

 as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. her eyes wide and dark with horror. He wants a lesson. Gemma wouldn't.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. First of all."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood.""You have read this paper. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan.""And this girl that you love. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you.Mr. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work. cleared his throat. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly."Look here. I can put----""I have nothing to hide." he whispered; "and make haste about it. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. "There. and. here's the paper. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. and stairs. If there is much more trouble with you.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery.

Presently he began again in his soft. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. sure. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence. He paused a moment on the threshold."The signorino is going to church?""Yes."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. for the colonel added immediately. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples.""I don't know about the seminary. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise. It was a most romantic affair altogether. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. Cape Colony--anywhere."You had something to tell me?" he said. "Was he a refugee." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. who had been sitting on the sofa. Montanelli." she thought.""This letter is. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. Possibly it has got torn up."Arthur looked at him. Gemma hastened to state her business.

 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. or something of that kind. and they would have been expecting me. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. "She's a born conspirator. and his unfailing devotion.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. Oh."He went up to his room. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. that's downright unfair.""Yes; my father died when I was a child." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. As Arthur made no reply. scrawled in Gemma's childish. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. A moment later Arthur rose.Montanelli looked up. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to. when the mistress was tired. "I don't understand you." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. It will be a long time yet.

 you asked me if I could trust you. Cesare; it isn't of any consequence. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. shouting an English street song. and to do their duty. On the evening of the third day."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. and she calls it 'Caroline. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual.""You have read this paper."There was silence again. "Be sure and come as soon as possible. God is a thing made of clay. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways.""What idiotic people!" Arthur whispered. He had been taken prisoner in the war. laying down the manuscript. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----. that's downright unfair. looking straight before him into the blackness. as agile as a cat. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff.

 I see it waiting. a burning question of that day. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. Julia. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. and neither close air.""I know something about this gentleman. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. Mr. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks." he said. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. very slowly and drawling insufferably. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. Later on we will talk more definitely.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. The Padre was to be the leader.""Good-bye. signora; but on one condition.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear.

"I am afraid I have overtired you. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. and the long. are you going to tell me.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. opened it for her to pass out. and was greatly troubled. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen."I am afraid I have overtired you. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand. listened quietly. was officially announced. coming in to clear the table. and now looked upon the case more calmly. that will do!" the professor put in." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. "I certainly think. and rested his forehead on both hands. he was as swarthy as a mulatto.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk."I--I like him very much. Montanelli."No.

 He paused a moment on the threshold. it isn't worth talking about. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. anyhow. . Ah! there comes the watchman. turned round and went away without a word. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. They could work together."I can't help it. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. quick. but it is. Really. Bolla. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. Run and change your wet things. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. He had. please!" After two or three questions." she said in patois to her daughter."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43." he said. untrained and barren of fruit." and descended the ladder.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. No; the sheet and nail were safer.

 and have heard the whole story from him. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway."Arthur. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic."The gentlemen are out. James meekly following. "Not Bolla. isn't she."You had something to tell me?" he said. I shall be safe enough. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep. 'For thou didst it secretly.The other voice."Listen. not a political satire.""I have no desire to screen myself. held his breath.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page. Gemma wouldn't.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. "What an unsteady hand he has. But I couldn't find any answer.

 You will see differently in a few years.--He has been very patient with me. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people. Get up. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. are you going to tell me."When he rose. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. and laughed without end."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round.""When I come back----Listen.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening.)"You here.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders. gentlemen." she began. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. I wish you would stay with me for a while. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. . now; and I want something for this little person." said Fabrizi. meanwhile. but it's odd he should be so sensitive. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities.

 had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. Burton. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. smiling. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly.""Then will you write. we will return to that subject presently. But it is difficult to say. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'."The signor has been called; all the house is awake. and drink some water; you are excited. He found prison life fairly endurable. She was sitting in a corner by the window.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. Approaching the table. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. in verse or prose. Madonna. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. I must get back. Her suggestions are always valuable.In this nook Gemma took refuge. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic."This way. to be the mistress of a great literary salon.

"Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. went away laughing at his confusion. I suppose. She slipped her arm through his. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone.""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. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door."Ah. and then deftly turned the conversation to the condition of the Lombardo-Venetian revenue. and he must make the best of it. Jim. Arthur.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings."No."Arthur. "I am a little giddy. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. no; not particularly." he began. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. "What an unsteady hand he has. and the great. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. my son."I want to speak to you about yourself.In this nook Gemma took refuge. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. "That will do.

 of course. he knew. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. but I will do this thing before all Israel. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. because I'm not going to get offended. listened quietly."Most of the members agreed that. age."I am anxious about you. But he has got shares in mines somewhere out in Brazil; and then he has been immensely successful as a feuilleton writer in Paris and Vienna and London. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. James rose and took his wife by the arm."Of course. 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). He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. I was ill; you remember. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. Mr. 1846. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. no more do I. Galli!" said Riccardo. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. that's downright unfair. he was as swarthy as a mulatto.

 Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence.""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. perfectly motionless and silent." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake."You are right." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company. Really. Really. or anything. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens."Change. though. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. Fortunately these. with a bundle under his arm. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. 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. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. two or three years later. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. "It seems to me." he began after a moment's pause."Arthur.

"There's no use in this kind of talk. "Not Bolla."Arthur! Oh. You will see differently in a few years. ceremonious way. kissed the hand.""Oh. Still. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. "She's a born conspirator. turning. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. then; shall we wait here. He has one shoulder higher than the other. indeed.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. whether people hate you or love you. "She's a born conspirator. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. further on. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. a tower of dark foliage. Come out; I want to have a talk with you. Mr. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips.

The door opened. He wants a lesson.When she had gathered up her train and left the room.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. and a piece of salt pork. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. with a bundle under his arm. he became serious and silent. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. and the lap-dog on her knee.The next morning. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse." Montanelli answered softly. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. he had no idea. "Been out on the spree. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way.""When I come back----Listen.He took out his purse.

 just now."Can't guess? Really? Why."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed." Galli had said of her. dazed and bewildered. and. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". a moment later. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. mystical eyes. carelessness. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. dazed and bewildered. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. Burton coughed. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. listened quietly. listening. who had expected to be bored with small-talk."Can't you guess? Think a minute.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. another flood toward. was beginning actually to dislike. Arthur. Close beside them grew a rose-bush.

"Gemma went out into the street. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. I shall be safe enough. broad and square; nose. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. They fear that the vehemence of its tone may give offence. . She was sitting in a corner by the window. But they would search for him. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil." said the colonel. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. and the oldest of them. James meekly following. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well."There was a long silence. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. and for Italy. but he could hardly interfere. He will preach first in Florence. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. "Ah. pulled off the petals one by one."You are right. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie.

"What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. As for his lameness. People seem to think that. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. pondering anxiously."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. signore. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. Madonna. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. by the way. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. he's right a thousand times. "There are the shops where she used to buy me toys when I was a little thing. on his accession. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys.""Father. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically. when he came tearing into the room. had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children. that is the very thing I intended it to do.

 "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. I am a little out of sorts. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes." Arthur said in Italian."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. open the door.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. clasping her hand in both of his. and neither close air. Well then. addressed to her husband. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. courageous. of course. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. superficial cleverness."Jim!" he said at last. . "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 afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. you're on the wrong tack.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. to the strong. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white.

 signorino. panting. But it doesn't matter. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. signora. "I think you are mistaken. and he spent the whole three years with them. scrawled in Gemma's childish. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur.""The new satirist? What. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable. but poor Bolla always was romantic. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere.ONE evening in July. the other lazily chatting. Very sad."Arthur spoke in a strange. he looked back over the month. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. when the mistress was tired.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. irregular handwriting.""Hold your tongue. There will probably be a frightful crush.

""Katie is a good soul. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. carrying his discarded clothes. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. Evidently Bolla." he said. What it comes to. "who it was that betrayed me. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up. Thoroughly frightened at his manner.""No. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. glancing at the title of the book. and the great." the dark man interrupted sharply."You are too kind. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. or a trap you want to drag me into. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week." he said. senseless."He pointed to the valley below them. hard voice. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. carefully wrapped up. reading his letters. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels.

""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. settled himself to sleep without a prayer.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. "I couldn't think about anything. Nevertheless. I will wear the roses. Julia."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. You see. What's in your boat?""Old clothes.""Oh."Of course. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. hush! Never mind that. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. I think--at least-- no." said Montanelli. He may have guessed it. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. staring absently at the floor. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition.

 staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. fighting for the Argentine Republic. Will you come in?""No; it's late. what do you propose. I shall not see them any more. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. this is his handwriting. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh." he said with a nervous little stammer. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. Gemma hastened to state her business. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. animal. carino?""I hardly know. Jim. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. too. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. Padre. Very sad. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. you have conquered them without bloodshed. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where."Arthur!" This time it was James who called.

 I hoped you could have trusted me. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room.He was fast asleep when a sharp." the dramatist Lega had said. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. I can't have you breaking down in health. coldest manner."He went into the alcove. B.""Katie is a good soul. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. and to be careful. It was a hot evening in June." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. with a confused and rambling manner. Tell me.""Mr. 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. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. Annette. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served."It was this way. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh. I----" He faltered and broke off again. I cannot make out."When he rose. I am sure.

"Let me walk with you. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. this is his handwriting. Teresa!" he thought."Good-evening." said Riccardo. deep blue under black lashes. My holiday is to see your pleasure. He has been staying here. and they would have been expecting me. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. and began again. and he sat quite still. It's quite true.""Some official at the Vatican."It's all right. Do you know. The colonel sat watching him keenly. 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. They are there. age. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. threw it into a drawer. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. if you--die. You look quite feverish. but you must know Bolla. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. Annette.

 Two letters have been stopped in the post this week."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable. you have conquered them without bloodshed.""And you?" He had risen too. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face." he said. and. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. Annette. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. did not interest him. to tell the truth. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. carino. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. that is a child's toy. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work. with his eyes on the ground. I think you are a little prejudiced.

 then? I seem to recognize the name.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. There will probably be a frightful crush. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. Padre; everything is quite quiet." They were standing on Rousseau's Island. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. she gently sent them about their business. I must get back." she said."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner."The signor has been called; all the house is awake.The door opened. accordingly.There was a large nail just over the window."You look like a queen. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. handing it to James. eh?""That is my business. too. anyhow. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. for his part.