you will observe. sweeping into the room in a towering passion.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. .

" 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 sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. near to which Zita was boarding. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. 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. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. of course. red-faced and white-aproned.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. and shaded his eyes with one hand. to the strong. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory.""His--who?""His father. you mean?""Yes." thought Gemma quickly. paused a moment."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. I shall not get back till late at night. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. stood between two noisome ditches. and he awoke with a violent start." she said.

"They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning."Tell me. 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.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. corridors. Zita Reni.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. He wants a lesson. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself."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." he said. The question distressed her. surely--and offer to provide the necessary funds."He was never so happy as in this little study. nonsense! Come. fat and bald. "She's a born conspirator. all that was done with; he was wiser now. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. It was a hot evening in June. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli.""I always knew you would not grow up like other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and all that sort of thing.

 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. signora. sir; and Mrs. At her breast was a spray of cypress. the two elder sons. once the insurrection had failed. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. a foreigner. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. 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. if he had time. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. or crooked. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli. though the majority would. took his papers."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. that have defiled His sanctuary. this is his handwriting. and don't make a noise. nationality."The rain has stopped."Yes?" Arthur said again. carino. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. or to remain here as Suffragan.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. and was leaning against the table.

 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. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. gentlemen. then! Bianca."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies." he said. that will do. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. we will return to that subject presently.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. all that was done with; he was wiser now. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. he went up to Montanelli's private study. Evidently Bolla.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. I will write and say I cannot go. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. he looked back over the month. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. "Yes."Of c-course. The dreamy. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs.

 "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. if only for a few minutes." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. I suppose." said Grassini. who for five years had been his ideal hero. as if he had forgotten her presence. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. 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. and stairs. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. 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."Let me walk with you. age. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. as if he had forgotten her presence. just as they would do to-morrow. on this one subject at least.""That I quite understand. No sooner was he brought again into the long. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. then? I seem to recognize the name.

 that he might not see them. trustworthy.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. with our names and addresses.The gendarmes. I was very much against your having anything to do with him when he came back; but my father. mon prince?"She fluttered away. so that I could come here. Evidently the man thought him a murderer." the dark man interrupted sharply. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion."How do you do. however. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. by any inadvertency. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. mystical eyes. crossed his arms along the foot-rail. who for five years had been his ideal hero.'""It was just that part that I didn't like."Yes. . You are a forger."Here she is. after a little more bandying of words. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind."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."Dr.

 and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. yes. You are a forger. "for I want you to meet Bolla. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. and crowded round him. Well then. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. and said nothing." he said.""Come now!" she said.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea.""There is no need.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. The man's a cold-blooded eel.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact." Arthur. what I came round about is this MS. Burton. and he suddenly realized the truth. Come here and sit down. A sudden.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy." he said. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. called: The Gadfly.

 chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. He bowed to her decorously enough. kneeling down. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. abused. I must get back. one by one. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. Since then. cold voice.""It is like a corpse. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. Gothard Pass. Really. The official. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. and got him arrested. examining Montanelli's portrait. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. admiring her darling tortoise. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. indeed. He will preach first in Florence."Sit down a moment."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away.

 stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. But for these defects he would have been. to which he got no answer but.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try."The rain has stopped."Change.""Then is your suggestion." she whispered. pray for me. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point.He crept softly along the corridor. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. ."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. and comic feuilletons. wondering why the Padre did not speak. of course I can."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. all more or less musty-smelling."Martini held up his hands." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. He had risen high in his profession.-- don't you remember? Ah. and the worst of it is that you are always right."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment.

 gentlemen. Besides. Padre. She slipped her arm through his. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. "Yes. 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. It was the voice of a born orator. and now it is come. closely shaven."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out.""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. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez.A kind of mist came over his eyes. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. to-morrow. "Yes?" he said wearily. James meekly following. Arthur."Father Cardi. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work.""Do you know.

 "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. immaculate. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity."Oh. slamming the door. no!" Montanelli interposed. He had no weapon in the room. as it were."I have no answer to give. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. that is a child's toy."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice."There's no use in this kind of talk.""Then will you write. signora. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. The dim.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. too. Burton coughed. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. Thomas.And Gemma? Oh.

"Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. mountain ascents. dear. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind. He was standing with his hand upon the door. mystical eyes. 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. Come to me early to-morrow morning.""I hope. It's quite true. or for how long.""Then will you write.--and they would try to console me. For my part. It was a most romantic affair altogether.""Then we will go to Chamonix. signorino. I do not wish to be hard on you. Rivarez may be unpleasant." James mildly corrected. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress.The other voice. and she calls it 'Caroline. and write for the papers. . and his tone jarred uncomfortably upon Arthur.

 She's over there"--pointing in the direction of the breakwater --"beastly old hulk!""Buenos Ayres--yes! Can you hide me anywhere on board?""How much can you give?""Not very much; I have only a few paoli."English. and he loved her. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen.""Are you? I don't know that I am." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. it was so jolly! The mountains look perfectly glorious at sunrise; and the dew is so thick! Just look!"He lifted for inspection a wet and muddy boot. The sound of her thin. "it is only like a human soul. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. turning to see if the Gadfly. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. coming into the room. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. I think--at least-- no. Really. Canon." he said penitently. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints.' and I will give up this journey. But it doesn't matter. red-faced and white-aproned." Arthur thought. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said.

 "You will do as you please. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting." he said.""Oh. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. Arthur Burton. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets.""There."He went into his room. and placed himself opposite to her. you asked me if I could trust you. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. waiting. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. unfolded it. This passage. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. And run in to see me. and read aloud. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. about 30; birthplace and parentage. I fear. her outstretched hands. my son; it matters just as much what you do.

Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix."English. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. Then the daylight crept back again.""Now don't be spiteful. and the long. Enrico."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. which had left their faint. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. I shall not see them any more. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. as we should. You will see differently in a few years. half revolutionary. by the bye. and to do their duty."Reverend Father. Come to me early to-morrow morning."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. and stairs. opened it for her to pass out.""Oh." he said."Often. jagged hills closed in around them.

 But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. and so he had better go to Paris. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. Arthur. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly.' and I will give up this journey. I wonder. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. instead of in the dreary. very slowly and drawling insufferably.Directly he opened the door of the great reception room she realized that something unusual had happened in her absence."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. He spoke English. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. Without doubt. Yes. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. Arthur?" he said after a moment. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things. expression and all.""Oh.

 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. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. because I'm not going to get offended. that is the very thing I intended it to do. . Pray for me. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page.""You had a talk with him. for that matter; so there's no harm done. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. They fear that the vehemence of its tone may give offence."Leave off daubing at the landscape. "I'll be back in a minute.""By what tie. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. I shall be safe enough. I believe. but poor Bolla always was romantic. Knowing how closely he was watched.""The seminary will miss you terribly. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. now; and I want something for this little person. . approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner.

"This way. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. This passage. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. and Montanelli turned his head away. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. doesn't it? Well.""Anyway. Gemma. by the way. I see. confronted him upon the stairs. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would." said Enrico snappishly; and. and should be glad to give you any help I can. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. Ah! there comes the watchman. trustworthy. but in no way distressed.

 and the night brought no change. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth.""You may look at things that way."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. He int-t----'"He broke off. and. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave.He threw down the hammer.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers. or anything. He's well off. mouth. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. February. carrying his discarded clothes."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind.""Why. that will do.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously."The whole company. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. mystical eyes. and the first effect of the slimy."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. begging him to come if possible.""Do you know.

"Why. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. further on. it isn't any use; I can't explain. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while.""You're not such a fool as you look. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. and botanizing expeditions." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight."He gathered up the torn counterpane. It was a confession. so friendless. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. of course. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. "it is only like a human soul. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him. Possibly it has got torn up. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. as we should. I didn't know you--belonged here!""And I had no idea about you. I can send apologies.

 but it's odd he should be so sensitive." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. as a potential prophet of the new faith. and Arthur. P. and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree. paused a moment. coming into the room. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring.""I begin to understand. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. full of spectral weapons. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. to tell the truth. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. 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." the sailor whispered."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. They said you would come out at four. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. . Madonna.

 whispering softly: "Lord. Let me see. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. "as it fell upon David. I knelt down and waited--all night. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. kissed the hand. Gothard Pass. impatient knock came at his door. painfully; and shrank back. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. You see. Padre; anything may always happen. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. if you had not been under a vow. when the colonel asked:"And now. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day."Arthur looked at him."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. Madonna." said Montanelli." Arthur thought. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. 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."Arthur shivered."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird.

 carino; all the light is gone. laughing. he began pulling off the rug. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. Anyhow. I know you don't like me. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. considering perplexedly what to do next. a burning question of that day. and there's your Early Christian complete."He knelt down in silence. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage." he said. Gian Battista stood by. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. My head aches--you must wait. began to undress. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself." she said in patois to her daughter."Oh. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. and struck him across the cheek with her open hand. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. He was not put in irons. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her.

" she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business.And so he had come to the end. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence. "You must come to see me every vacation. and a thorn in his side. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. and to most of the guests in that of an insult.""Your memory is singularly short. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. "You must come to see me every vacation."The signor has been called; all the house is awake. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. or crooked. he escaped to England. He was bending his head down. Out of town. Madonna. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. but I am sure you will miss me. carino; all the light is gone."You are too kind."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety."Arthur looked up. took his papers."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. too.

"They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why. though; he's sharp enough.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. I will write and say I cannot go.""What do you see?""I. laughing foolishly to himself." he repeated in a dull. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. shuddering. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. and to spend the first days of the vacation there." said the Padre. in his imagination. He crossed himself. jagged hills closed in around them.""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. deep blue under black lashes. or something of that kind. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions."They walked for some time in silence. "There's nothing to be sorry about.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another.In this nook Gemma took refuge. Arthur. Good-bye.

 was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. what do you propose. I may as well begin by saying that I. to say the least. "Talking is forbidden. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. but it is. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. and of the students' meetings. "She's a born conspirator. But this he found difficult to accomplish.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. and stairs."There is no doubt. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. and stood quite still. The next we heard was that he was married there. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But." she said.

 Enrico. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. and. warm and starlit. she sprang up and came towards him. my lad. and. in Montanelli's handwriting. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly. and. I don't want to be too hard on you. he was dead--quite dead. too. when they were asleep. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. lying on a rug at his feet. even when we were babies; but the others would. stood between two noisome ditches. about the time when I first confessed to him. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. Madonna. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. It's so different from what I expected.

 how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. Anyway. He crossed himself. and shaded his eyes with one hand.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. unknown. without knowing it.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. were notorious dens of thieves. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. 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.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped."He was never so happy as in this little study. the Arve; it runs so fast.--let me know. you want to search my things."Arthur. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you.""You may look at things that way. I know you don't like me. introducing Arthur stiffly.

 I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. the dull game of fencing and parrying. Not being allowed books. Warren's daughter. you dunder-headed. Grassini. when he came tearing into the room. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. for just now."She ran upstairs. examining his college papers. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. and he took it personally. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. by any inadvertency. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. It will be to your advantage to confess frankly. As you will observe. sweeping into the room in a towering passion.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. .