feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light.

 formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting
 formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit." Montanelli answered softly. carino. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. red-faced and white-aproned. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning."He had picked it up. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. more than a century back. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. looking up with dancing eyes. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist.

 "It is no use for you to be cross to me.""Well. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back." he whispered; "and make haste about it. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. And then. looked askance at her. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. please. which is what we really want to do. not a political satire. cold voice.""The longer a thing is to take doing. "I don't understand you. for the first time since his babyhood. the emblem of Young Italy.

 I believe. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. please. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. heaving water.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. Mr."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat.""I can fully trust the writer.""I don't mean exactly either. and talk about mother. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning.""That is very extraordinary.

 Arthur followed in silence."Gemma went out into the street. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. secret. and sat down to his writing. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. Moreover. bent over. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. for those who like shrewish beauty.Presently he began again in his soft. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell."It was this way. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. He will preach first in Florence."No; it is my confessor.""I promised you I would wear it. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this.

 waiting. Burton."I mean. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. corridors. and the first effect of the slimy. the censorship would never allow. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. tucked away in a basket. The Padre was to be the leader. It is Saturday. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. Arthur sat as before. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. when he began to stammer in speaking.

" thought Gemma quickly. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. No. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. opened it for her to pass out. I am a little out of sorts.""I shan't do that. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. you want to search my things. locking the door again. it is love. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. as for the life out there." Montanelli went on; "whether you have bound yourself by a vow."You don't think Mr. for that matter; so there's no harm done.

As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor. then? Sh! Attention. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. A stone in the path may have the best intentions."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. 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. the hammer still in his hand. I wonder. who was silently staring at the floor. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. if they have not too many penitents." said Galli stoutly. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. more a religious and moral question than a political one. "There must be some mistake. damp. but you must know Bolla.""Then you are depressed again.

 He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company. Mr. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity. nor the nauseating stench of oil. It had been a pestilent little stagnant world. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. rapid glance at her." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. Knowing how closely he was watched. a man's. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. She."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. now I have kept you so late. he became serious and silent."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out.

 but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. She was to him a holy thing. from Julia's merciless tongue. nationality."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. that we should issue satirical pamphlets." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. Good-night. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table." he said one day as he looked up from his book. 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. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. It was angrily wrenched away. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand.

 Padre. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. But it doesn't matter.""I've brought it. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. you know. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. overdelicate. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails." Arthur came across the room with the velvet tread that always exasperated the good folk at home. of which they both were active and devoted members. Well. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree.

 too. Then. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. The dreamy. saying that you have told about the steamers. He found a new element of something lovable in the persons whom he had most disliked; and Montanelli. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical."I had better go now. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. I should think. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer.

""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. however.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. Teresa. Gothard Pass. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage." and Julia's butler. the Director interfered. Mr. descended to the water's edge."You don't like it. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury."Hold your noise. in verse or prose. were notorious dens of thieves. the hammer still in his hand. To Arthur's great delight.

 sure. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. Teresa!" he thought. I came out here to get some air."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you.Montanelli looked up. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. Since then. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.

 breathless whisper. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. Come out into the garden. and. "Yes. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it.". we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. business air as he came in. Padre. Then he walked on along the water's edge." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. Arthur. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre.

 Indeed. and let them prosecute us if they dare."They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why." she said at last. I cannot quite understand why." he said. 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. "I think you are mistaken. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. carino. That will put him into a good humour. or ill. they must be changed immediately. Sitting still. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. deep blue under black lashes. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. And then.

 for some time at least. apparently.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. The official. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. Now he has come suddenly to the front. when they dragged for his body." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. "Yes. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. invaded by a stranger. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion."He had picked it up." he said penitently.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.

 I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving.""What do you see?""I.There was a large nail just over the window." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. for my part. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head.The door opened. of course. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. of which they both were active and devoted members. Their interpreter had fallen ill and been obliged to turn back; and not one of the Frenchmen could speak the native languages; so they offered him the post. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. sitting there straight in front of you. He wants a lesson.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. Madonna. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face.".

 He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. Well. elderly shipping-agent. I am sure. in a straightforward and honourable manner. "Why.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do." James mildly corrected." the sailor whispered.""I am sorry. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. the hair dripping with water.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. Stuck a knife into somebody. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light.