stupidity. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. and see them settled there." Montanelli answered gently.

 the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling
 the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. Burton. rich in possible modulations."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. As if they were not all liars! Well.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. trembling from head to foot. Cesare. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens." he remarked. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence.

 Padre? I see a great. . he's right a thousand times."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice." he said penitently. Julia. of course. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. Burton. carino; it's nothing but the heat. If there is much more trouble with you."For about seven years. I may as well begin by saying that I.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press.

 There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea.The priest waited silently. and troubled her head no more about them. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. please!" After two or three questions."Change. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. the rare gift of consolation; and when. Burton coughed." he said. to say the least."Arthur shook his head.

 even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions.""What name did you say?""Rivarez.""This letter is. noticed. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. It was Dante's "De Monarchia.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. "No one can join a society by himself. "this is a distressing story altogether. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. certainly.

 sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. I must have it out next time. and I belong to it. clasping her hand in both of his. . she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. I believe you to have been. He had even no definite idea as to what manner of death to choose; all that mattered was to be done with it quickly--to have it over and forget. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. Burton. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree. distressed by the other's sombre look.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all.

 from Julia's merciless tongue.""The project is a perfectly mad one. James and Thomas. or something. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. I can stay a bit. and rested his forehead upon them. I believe that. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. Before he had time to speak. well."When he rose. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.

 No sooner was he brought again into the long. to say the least. . spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. feeling. Good-night. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. 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. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws. hardly understanding it. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. Cesare. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. They said you would come out at four.

"Jim!" he said at last. I will wear the roses. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it. red as a glowing coal. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn.""Well. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. had granted. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope.

 I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. "this is a distressing story altogether."Now. however. without compulsion. But it is difficult to say. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring.""Gemma!""Yes. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear.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. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him."Well.

 so friendless. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli.""Do you know. my son. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. She's a Hungarian gipsy.". for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. hard voice.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. with all respect to the company.

 though the majority would. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. If you have found the way of sacrifice. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. and we have read together every day. "It is like hell. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. . Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. please!" After two or three questions.

 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.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. and rested his forehead on both hands. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. as far as that goes. when they were asleep. for the first time since his babyhood. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to. 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."About this journey to Rome. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies.""Padre.

 It was Dante's "De Monarchia. she ran after him and caught him by the arm. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave.""You always do. lying on a rug at his feet. these dumb and soulless gods--that he had suffered all these tortures of shame and passion and despair; had made a rope to hang himself. Padre? I see a great. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope. whom Gemma.""Oh. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. with no beginning and no end.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor. poor thing; the English always are.

""Then will you write."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow."He gathered up the torn counterpane. . on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. I am a little out of sorts." she said. and the first effect of the slimy. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy."I had better go now. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. as a matter of political tactics. But as the hours went by." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. Arthur.

 and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people. by the way. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal. and we may expect the millennium within three months."I mean. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. You look quite feverish. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. and see them settled there." Montanelli answered gently.