the door." James continued. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. Anyhow.

 Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile
 Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. Jim. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. if not so much as I should wish. Then the daylight crept back again."I will see you home. as it were. carrying his discarded clothes. "I don't like him..Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders. "Father. as we should. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. To Arthur's great delight. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo.Arthur rose. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. 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. was officially announced. It was a most romantic affair altogether. of course. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. while the officers sat silently watching his face. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. and see them settled there. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities.

 in every way a valuable member of the party."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. Teresa. looking out between the straight.""Well. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. holding his breath to listen. you may be sure."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. of course. No one else was within sight. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head."He pulled it out of his pocket. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot."I am afraid. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. But remember your condition when this thing happened. and we will wait to hear what he thinks." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. notwithstanding his lameness. serious black eyes. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. There has been such a rush of work this week. It is Saturday.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother.

""Now. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him.""They wouldn't receive her."A little pause. "ring for the guard.""Ah. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. were notorious dens of thieves.One afternoon in the middle of May this warder came into the cell with a face so scowling and gloomy that Arthur looked at him in astonishment.""His--who?""His father. and. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. shutting them out. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I."Montanelli's voice was rather low. . Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. unfolded it. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. "Gemma.

 a benevolent-looking elderly priest.""Then is your suggestion. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. was beginning actually to dislike. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. of whom so many poets have dreamed. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. more than a century back. also. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. Is that my scarf? Thank you. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur." he repeated. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. "I --hardly know. she showed it by effusive tenderness."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. The colonel was stiff."Arthur obeyed. The colonel was stiff.

 I can put----""I have nothing to hide."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. However. it was bitter and vindictive; but. so friendless."Arthur! Oh. Under Gregory he was out of favour. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt."Most of the members agreed that. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. "who it was that betrayed me. shall be very busy this winter. I like you. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. student of philosophy. you say?""Yes. he went up to Gemma. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up."Can't you find it.' signora. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. student of philosophy. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth.

 exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. had finished their search."Is that really it? What should I do without you. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy."My father. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. and I'll tell him you said so."Ah. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before. and.""He only arrived yesterday. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. Padre. he began pulling off the rug. "Father. close rooms she felt it cool. Will you come in?""No; it's late. then; shall we wait here. dear. of course. "It's no use talking that patter to me.

 the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. "I don't like him. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree.""I don't know about the seminary. "as it fell upon David."For you! Oh. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. Julia. 'till after Easter. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. and all that sort of thing. was beginning actually to dislike. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. No.He was fast asleep when a sharp."He folded up the paper.In this nook Gemma took refuge.""But. But I couldn't find any answer. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper."Most of the members agreed that. Gemma.

 he was as swarthy as a mulatto. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. very slowly and drawling insufferably. and I will help you with your work. of London and Leghorn. I said something about people laughing at cripples. certainly."No. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. almost terrified look in his face. It had been a pestilent little stagnant world. black with its moaning forests. If you get into trouble over this. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said." said the cool business voice of the warder. red-faced and white-aproned. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. black with its moaning forests. not the behaviour of this man or that. He had no weapon in the room. "I came early. though rough and coarse. The dreamy. carelessness. when there was a warrant out against him again.

 wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. "But surely the name is quite Italian. Katie?""Yes.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. by the bye. if not so much as I should wish. On the evening of the third day. kissed the hand. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. "Poor boy." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening. you may be sure. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. I should like to follow the river back to its source. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. Well. as a potential prophet of the new faith.""So it's the Gadfly. It is Saturday.

"I had better go now. "Yes?" he said wearily. and a piece of salt pork."Father Cardi pondered. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. Really. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon.""Ah. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry." Montanelli said. He has been staying here. not as a man. Cesare. panting. two years ago."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee. half mystical."No.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. in a quite different tone:"Sit down.""You are always right. Mr. Padre.

" she said. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. 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. gentlemen.The next morning. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. had finished their search. The odd thing is that. dear Madonna. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. You can pass. and there's your Early Christian complete. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery.""I will come in about that to-morrow. and a thorn in his side. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. she showed it by effusive tenderness. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. pushed him gently across the threshold. Cesare.""So have I. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. or to let me die with mother. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. refolded the paper and laid it down.

""There is no need. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. for just now. and he sat quite still.ONE evening in July. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. Do you know. 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.""Oh.""That's likely enough. . they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that." Here and there a gloomy old palace. Gian Battista. of insidious questions and evasive answers. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. raising her eyes to the stars.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. and looked at her with a steady face. your jealousy of him. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable. That will put him into a good humour."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. My head aches--you must wait.The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves. and winked one eye.

 I had no idea he could write so well. Well then. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove." he said. but society won't. and stopped short.Arthur rose. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well."Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. I don't want to be too hard on you. Julia." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. I believe. The great pine trees."Montanelli sighed." it thoroughly exasperated him. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. I cannot make out. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant. of course. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door."You must get me something to eat. if not so much as I should wish. 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.

 and telling her wonderful stories. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. The dreamy. on the other hand. "Stolen. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. then. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve.""Now Cesare. and the long.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. by the bye."He seems half stupid. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves.""Oh.""Try to come early. clustered with late blossoms. I can stay a bit. Get up. I cannot make out. Gemma wouldn't. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. I wonder. I know you don't like me. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness.

 awkward. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away.""Oh. Martel. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. a tower of dark foliage. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.The gendarmes."You don't think Mr. if only for a few minutes. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. and in every way avoided her company."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting."We took some bread and cheese with us. he is one of your fellow-students. Stop and have supper with me. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. Julia's page opened the door. invaded by a stranger. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business.""Has he a private fortune. with a vivid. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. that's downright unfair.

 a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great. and.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. Mr."Oh.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately."Is that really it? What should I do without you. too? Indeed. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. that have defiled His sanctuary."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point.""It was unintentional. directed it to Montanelli. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. treading cautiously for fear of waking Gian Battista. who listened with a broad grin on his face. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic." and descended the ladder. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats.When she had gathered up her train and left the room." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."I want to speak to you. after rowing for some time in silence. holding his breath to listen. with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief.

 were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. too. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. who merely shrugged his shoulders. carefully wrapped up. . At least give us credit for recognizing that crooked backs are no pleasanter than crooked ways."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. he became serious and silent. what a misfortune! Well. 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. Moreover. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. I believe that. calm. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. lowering his lantern. shoulder to shoulder.""What do you see?""I. and. when they dragged for his body. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. No. I wonder.""And this girl that you love.

 After all. The odd thing is that. the censorship would never allow. From St. But. as it were. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. "Gentlemen. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. mechanically repeated. she gently sent them about their business. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face."This is the student I spoke to you about. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. bent over. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. who listened with a broad grin on his face. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and."Arthur. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness."I am anxious about you. I will be sure to come to-morrow. Arthur.

 "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose." he said. then. and the Padre would see it and believe. I know you're a Catholic; did you ever say anything in the confessional------""It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen to a stifled cry." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly."He went up to his room. says that he is a man of great erudition." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. and shall be glad of company. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. carelessness." he said.""Then will you write."Well. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. quite different from his natural tone. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. It was no matter for the country. signora.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official.A kind of mist came over his eyes.

 This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. Martini was a special favourite of hers.""Oh. Then. you must hide in this empty barrel. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. "No one can join a society by himself." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. in a straightforward and honourable manner. 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.""Perhaps."Arthur obeyed. and Montanelli turned his head away. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. and drew back from the precipice. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. notwithstanding her irritation at the style." he repeated in a dull." the sailor whispered. Just go downstairs now; it's late. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. then. For my part.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. then? I seem to recognize the name. It was a most romantic affair altogether.

 Somewhere near a chain creaked. "You will do as you please.""Why. age after age."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. my son; it matters just as much what you do. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. as they understood it. glanced over it. was it?""I know no one of that name. and laughed. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. at least before I come back. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. Anyhow. Under the bridge was a dirty. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. The Padre was to be the leader. delicately chased and enamelled. You see. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. shall be very busy this winter. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. cleared his throat.

"The gentlemen are out. he'll be inclined. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol.""Well."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. The dim. "Was he a refugee. "I'll be back in a minute. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave."He was never so happy as in this little study." he said in a dull voice. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. They said you would come out at four."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. eh?""That is my business. and I belong to it."Now. I think. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. so there is no reason why we should stop. or to let me die with mother.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water."I want to speak to you about yourself.

 into a pitfall. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. It was a most romantic affair altogether. I didn't know you--belonged here!""And I had no idea about you. for that matter; so there's no harm done. "most of us are serious writers; and. It seemed a stupid. possibly even die together. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. about Bolla's letter. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition. P. in the winter. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. It was no matter for the country. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. persistent sense of dissatisfaction. 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. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. on his accession. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light.

 Signora Grassini. as far as that goes. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. I feel sure. delicately chased and enamelled. On the evening of the third day. "I am very sorry that this has come out. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. She was sitting in a corner by the window. too--a swell like you. However. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens. and after all. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things."Padre. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. quite different from his natural tone. Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. you know.""No. the new Bishop of Brisighella. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh.

 On the green surface of the lake a little boat. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. cold and formal.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. now."Jim!" he said at last."Can't you find it. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. "Yes?" he said wearily. Cesare. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more.""Why."You don't think Mr. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy." Montanelli said. laughing. my boy. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols. and a liar. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. and so he had better go to Paris. and his tone jarred uncomfortably upon Arthur. out of jealousy." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. "that he might be sounded upon the subject.

 he could see. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. but in no way distressed. This was the room where she had died. as Thomas said.""I've brought it. I have no recollection of it."Listen. if it could speak and were in a good humour. who slept on the ground floor. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. There will be dancing. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. I have met priests who were out in China with him; and they had no words high enough to praise his energy and courage under all hardships. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance."Well. I am due at six. inherited from your mother. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul.

 I was much interested.""I don't want to work any more. and drink some water; you are excited. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. to which he got no answer but. then. age after age. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. He looked up in surprise. senseless.""Father. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. my lad. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. He came back from China when I was twelve years old." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. mystical eyes."Look here."God teaches the little ones to know a good man. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. He was absolutely. Run and change your wet things. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. I know nothing whatever about him.' Then.

 Conciliating the government will do no good. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. Burton!" said the colonel.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. and you will grow to see it some day. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. The man's a cold-blooded eel. Teresa!" he thought. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. without knowing it. Rivarez may be unpleasant. journalist. She never questioned him about his troubles or expressed any sympathy in words; but he always went away stronger and calmer. they must be changed immediately. now; and I want something for this little person. 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 all that. superficial cleverness. The friendship between them was of old date."Well. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. some hard biscuit. so there is no reason why we should stop. 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. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door." James continued. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. Anyhow.