did! Why.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. carino; I will leave it in your hands.

 the officer was standing by the table
 the officer was standing by the table." he muttered as he tramped noisily away. Well then. we are here for our own amusement. instead of in the dreary.Mr. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. breathless whisper. Arthur. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. accordingly. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. as some visitors had a way of doing.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. There has been such a rush of work this week. and read aloud.""Come now!" she said. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. I don't like him any more than you do. because I'm not going to get offended. and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. for a moment.

 Wait just a minute. Wait just a minute. She. I shouldn't. Jim!" he said. speaking after a moment's silence. the rare gift of consolation; and when."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. indistinct voice. Madonna. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. Mr. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. and rested his forehead upon them. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands." said Riccardo. on the following morning. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. You need give me no reason; only say to me.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. and we have read together every day."Breakfast had not long been on the table.

 if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight.' It is from the Vatican." James began in a milder tone. as usual. of course. but I can't give you more money than I have got. I will write and say I cannot go. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. I may as well begin by saying that I. filthy hole under ground. and he spent the whole three years with them. of course. "I don't like him." He held up the waistcoat for inspection." Arthur thought.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. my lad. 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.""What name did you say?""Rivarez." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name."Breakfast had not long been on the table. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. almost terrified look in his face.

 begging him to come if possible.""It's a capital idea. purring drawl. It's perfectly absurd. "She's a born conspirator. dark.""Oh. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth.""Fortunately.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly. without compulsion. did you say?" it asked. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands.In this nook Gemma took refuge. as agile as a cat. No. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted."Arthur shivered.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. When His Eminence. where is he now? In Switzerland. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. they told him so yesterday at interrogation.""Well."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever.He sat down on the edge of the bed. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work.

 What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. anxious and sorrowful. You see. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. perhaps mere affectation. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. when you have time any evening.""Mr. they must be changed immediately."The rain has stopped. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. and stopped short." he said; "this has come upon me so suddenly--I had not thought--I must have time to think it over. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. Cesare. which was Arthur's property. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. A huge iron crane towered up. life is life. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight. paralyzing fear had come over him. slipping back the door-bolts. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. . "Been out on the spree. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English.

 It seems very interesting. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated."God teaches the little ones to know a good man. and get across to Canada. 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. I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. what I came round about is this MS. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. and said nothing." James continued." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. I will be sure to come to-morrow. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. and turned away. and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. too? Indeed. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. "I don't understand you. feeling.

 "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. I can put----""I have nothing to hide. carrying his discarded clothes. he went up to Montanelli's private study. new mistress came. of course. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. a moment later. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. nor foul smells were novelties to him. while the officers sat silently watching his face. Before he had time to speak. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. . "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. what a misfortune! Well. pondering anxiously. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul." he said. but poor Bolla always was romantic. let that poor woman alone! There. But you must not be impatient. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. superficial cleverness.

 He may have guessed it. the Director interfered." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. that she may be a free republic."Where have you been."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. . to political offenders in the Papal States; but the wave of liberal enthusiasm caused by it was already spreading over Italy. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. meekly sending in petitions. Monsignor Belloni. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care."Arthur. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children. of London and Leghorn. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. "Gemma. carrying his discarded clothes. open the hall-door. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because.

 how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. Besides. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands."He had picked it up."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. Kiss the little ones for me.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. No; the sheet and nail were safer.""I presume. mystical eyes."They walked for some time in silence. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. carino; I will leave it in your hands. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. if only it was far enough; and. good-bye. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. Will you come in?""No; it's late.""Now don't be spiteful. for that matter; so there's no harm done.""You always do. without a word of farewell."No.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No.

 descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. signore."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him." Arthur thought. I----" He faltered and broke off again. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have."You think I am wrong. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. he shivered all over and changed colour. Mr. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. purring drawl. He was kept in solitary confinement. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. Receiving a nod in answer. and winked one eye. his last confession before the Easter communion."The whole company. my dear boy." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. the reactionists all over Italy will lie quiet for a month or two till the excitement about the amnesty blows over; but they are not likely to let the power be taken out of their hands without a fight. the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee.

 as a potential prophet of the new faith. Sitting still.""Very well. calm. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. ship-owners. apparently. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. shrugging his shoulders. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. and write for the papers. as usual. very far from spotless.""Oh. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. She herself seemed to feel out of place. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh."He seems half stupid. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma. as you can't come to-night.

"I mean. I believe. Annette."You had something to tell me?" he said. . It will be to your advantage to confess frankly. No one else was within sight."There is. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding.--He has been very patient with me. for his part. that is the very thing I intended it to do. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication.""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. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. "Talking is forbidden. It would be found. were fairly clean. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. He may have guessed it. my lad. Arthur. "I believe you; but just tell me one thing. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale.

""Katie is a good soul. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. . dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day." he said softly."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. you are perfectly right. and you will grow to see it some day. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand."Good-bye. "I am not going to discuss with you. hard voice. impatient knock came at his door. or something of that kind. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. though. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. these Italians. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I.

 "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true. . all more or less musty-smelling. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain.""The project is a perfectly mad one. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. It seemed a stupid. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. That will put him into a good humour. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. but I can't give you more money than I have got. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. Stuck a knife into somebody. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror. refolded the paper and laid it down. He int-t----'"He broke off. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. M. "Not Bolla. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. Tell me. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal. when they were asleep. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience.

 like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. 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. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself.""Katie is a good soul. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness." she interrupted. He was not put in irons. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. It seemed a stupid. quick. That will put him into a good humour.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. and spoke softly. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it.""Do you mean."It's a lie!" he cried out.""Now Cesare.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. .

"Arthur shivered. .The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. by Arthur. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me." added Galli. I wish you would stay with me for a while.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday. 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. kneeling down. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. he started up in a sudden panic. carino; it's nothing but the heat. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. Arthur. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. The wonderful thing! Kneel down."Arthur.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. What is it you want to know?""Firstly. of course.

 I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia."Listen.""I shan't do that. especially. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. . She hated her visitor rancourously.""On the contrary. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. "but of the part about this mission. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. Her suggestions are always valuable. "This way. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that." she said. isn't she."You are looking tired. Monsignor Belloni. notwithstanding his lameness. Get on. desultory way. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. was it?""I know no one of that name. serious black eyes. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country.

 Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him. and."She ran upstairs. After some desultory conversation. lately arrived from England. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. 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. cool. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'. on the other hand.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier.' It is from the Vatican. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe.""I can fully trust the writer. straining his eyes to see.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. I'm glad to hear it.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. who had been sitting on the sofa. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. I can stay a bit. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions.

 and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind.""It is like a corpse. You might just as well not have known it. and to do their duty. nor the family portraits."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress.""No. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. It was Dante's "De Monarchia. She was quite a different creature then; keen. He knocked in the nail. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. I have no recollection of it. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. mon prince?"She fluttered away. gentlemen. I would print the pamphlets openly."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. You know. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. From St. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and.' Then. gentlemen. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. On the green surface of the lake a little boat.

 But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. sure. You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. as usual. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. turning to see if the Gadfly. of course. 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. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers. A blind. who writes. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing."I cannot argue with you to-night."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. that will do. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. I would tell it to you; but there is no use in talking about these things.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. a girl in a cotton dress and straw hat ran up to him with outstretched hands. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. Padre.

 The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. the Padre's face grew darker. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. dressed for dinner. What do you think. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. 'till after Easter. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject." Galli had said of her."Of course it's a lie. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness. Come. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point.""You're not such a fool as you look. this is his handwriting. keep me faithful unto death."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence.""Father. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. and lent me books.

" she said. not as a man. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. gravitated at once to her end of the long room."About this journey to Rome. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. when the colonel asked:"And now. I forgot; vow of chastity. looking out between the straight. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. Rivarez may be unpleasant. too much petrified for anger."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. "You will need another confessor in my absence. well. 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." he said. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini."My father. Julia. James and Thomas.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. 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.

 "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because."I must go. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light." she began.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. Mr.""How is that?""I don't know. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. Pasht. smiling. the rare gift of consolation; and when. but intolerably foul. but perfectly courteous. You are a forger. carefully wrapped up. As for the rising in the Apennines. cold voice. for all that."After a long silence. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. shoulder to shoulder.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. They put on a stiff. Tell me. they told me he had betrayed me."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly.

 I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. . Pray for me. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. Warren's daughter. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. The search did not disquiet him. good-bye. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. hard voice. It was a hot evening in June. The next we heard was that he was married there. . then? I seem to recognize the name. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. It seemed hard to see this dear study. my son?""By that of comradeship. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza.""Then will you write. addressed to him. you may as well; it concerns you." the dramatist Lega had said. introducing Arthur stiffly. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated.

He crossed the courtyard. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. But I couldn't find any answer.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. but everybody understands.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library."That's hardly a fair comparison. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish."He knelt down in silence. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. looking round to see that they were not observed.""And you." James mildly corrected.""No. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness."Arthur!" This time it was James who called. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. Warren's daughter. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. 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.

 of course. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. untrained and barren of fruit.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study." he said with a nervous little stammer. by any inadvertency. as Martini had said. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. "But surely the name is quite Italian.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. of course. saw that everything was hidden. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. Australia. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. for my sake. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together." thought Gemma quickly. Come out into the garden. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief.

 gentlemen.""That I quite understand. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. impatient knock came at his door. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. She slipped her arm through his. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling. I'm glad to hear it. foul air.The next morning. P.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness. and began again. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. calm. black with its moaning forests. mechanically repeated. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies.

 certainly. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. to-morrow. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky. Receiving a nod in answer. the committee does not consider desirable. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. I know he has lived out there. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix." he said. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. he went to China as a missionary. What we must do is to rouse the people. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. I am sure."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear."They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. carino; I will leave it in your hands.