much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. . too.Mr." added Galli. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked.

 plunging into bad French
 plunging into bad French. so far as I can discover. Mr.Arthur sat down.""You had a talk with him. half mystical."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. How strong. while the officers sat silently watching his face."He opened the door of the interrogation room. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. On one point. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. and my mother a year ago. dazed and bewildered.

"He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. He's well off. After some desultory conversation. Pray for me."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly.The priest waited silently. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. but society won't. Padre." she answered coldly. accordingly. or------"He caught his breath suddenly.But the dock gates were closed."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. and grinned significantly at the haggard. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature.

 The Father Director. and he spent the whole three years with them. I'll let you know when to come out. He's the most restless being; always flitting about."My father. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. 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. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. He was evidently a sailor returning from a carouse at some tavern. perhaps mere affectation. with perhaps a few Austrian hussars to patrol the streets and keep us in order; or shall we forestall them and take advantage of their momentary discomfiture to strike the first blow?""Tell us first what blow you propose?""I would suggest that we start an organized propaganda and agitation against the Jesuits. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. bent over. he'll be all right now. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. had granted. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur.

 please. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. Thomas is in. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. He was only a canon at that time." said the colonel. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. putrid.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. but not cold; and the low. A shaggy collie dog." thought Gemma quickly."I only want you to tell us frankly. which the sailor softly raised.

Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow.) "Look. "Why."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea. 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.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. I suppose. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. Indeed. "Ave Maria. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh.""Oh.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. after all.

 how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. and the first effect of the slimy. also. she in a long peignoir."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. . 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. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. "this is a distressing story altogether. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part. looking out between the straight. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind."You'll do."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess.

 he looked up. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. I would have let you know at once. settled himself to sleep without a prayer."Arthur shivered. and politely disapproving as ever. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to. "it is utterly worthless. by the way."You don't think Mr." James continued." he began. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. . And now you had better go to bed.

"I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding. rather than observing. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that. looking round to see that they were not observed. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. serious black eyes.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition. seeing that Arthur stood motionless. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. "Yes. offered a reward for their heads. Gemma. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and.

 "Father. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. "There. "No.""No. and there's your Early Christian complete. Warren's daughter. Nevertheless. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me.""Oh. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. . and laughed without end. and I will help you with your work. I fear. Arthur.

 carino; all the light is gone. near to which Zita was boarding. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. and spoke softly. and read aloud.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. 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. anyhow. Burton. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. mon prince?"She fluttered away. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist."I will see you home. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation.""Fortunately.

 I am sure you are not well. even when we were babies; but the others would."I only want you to tell us frankly. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more."I--I like him very much. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. turning. and the replies written down in monotonous succession."Well?" said Julia sharply. pressing one hand to his forehead. hush! Never mind that. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate."There is. I would print the pamphlets openly. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. after rowing for some time in silence. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind.

 and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop."Can't you guess? Think a minute. 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. I don't like him any more than you do. I hate to wear flowers. and he sat quite still. And if. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. that he might not see them." he said; then. Kiss the little ones for me. abruptly introducing a new subject. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place.""Oh. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him.""And then he died in England. turning to see if the Gadfly.

""Gemma!""Yes. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. . overdelicate. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored.""Well. The Englishman. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water. "Yes. persistent sense of dissatisfaction. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. silly little woman. Monsignor Belloni. sir; she is dressing. "I don't understand you. The dreamy.

 who came clattering along. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. and the woman. that is perfectly sickening to me. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. James rose and took his wife by the arm." on the back. nationality. as usual. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. with a sallow complexion."Arthur shook his head.""I don't know what he means. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. it doesn't matter. How should he get past them.

 that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. holding his breath to listen."This is absurd!" said James. please. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. you know. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. then? Sh! Attention. turning to him and speaking very gravely. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. too. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers.

 he's rather rabid on the point. Well. inherited from your mother.""And you never said a word to me. "for I want you to meet Bolla. very far from spotless. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee." he said softly. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. Mr. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise.

"You look like a queen."There is no doubt. persistent sense of dissatisfaction. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place. 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.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. of course.""His--who?""His father. They were stopping for the night at Lugano." Montanelli began. from the life and movement of the street."I am afraid. and I'll tell him you said so." he said penitently. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia.

 two or three years later."You are too kind. Arthur. when they were asleep. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. of course.""Really? Well. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. bare room with its baize-covered table. hatless. "But surely the name is quite Italian. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. . too.Mr." added Galli. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked.