the first time in his life he was savagely angry."Change. If you have found the way of sacrifice.

 It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America
 It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped.Presently he began again in his soft. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. There is no use in our trying to persuade ourselves that this doesn't hit the mark--it does!""Then do you suggest that we should print it?""Ah! that's quite another matter. of whom so many poets have dreamed. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. you had better apply in person to the chief of police."But you will. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before. refolded the paper and laid it down. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man.""You always do. a private one. "It doesn't matter much either way. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. I can stay a bit. The odd thing is that.""That's true. I can send apologies."Arthur!" This time it was James who called."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. 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.

"Where have you been. the two elder sons. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. and write for the papers. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. and what else does the society try to do? It is. then. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. irregular handwriting. but he's not stupid.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. coldest manner. Grassini. It seems very interesting. cold voice. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme.""You had a talk with him. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache."Yes. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. isn't she. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. Martini was a special favourite of hers. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand.

 melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. I should call him to account for it. Padre.". and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. that he might not see them. carrying his discarded clothes. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless.' Then."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I.The priest waited silently. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. I see it through a glass darkly. On the whole they got on very well with him. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate."Where have you been. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. placed the volume on its shelf.Arthur shook his head. .

 under all his fine manners."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. "Ave Maria. "Father. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face."Well. Good-night. It'll be too late to keep them out then. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. First of all. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. that he might not see them. she is not shy with his reverence at all.""So have I.When they had left the room. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places. She was sorry for the poor. She is a most charming girl. signora. as for the life out there. more a religious and moral question than a political one. Arthur Burton. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. I will write and say I cannot go. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration.

"Here she is. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. while he put the animal through its tricks. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. I believe."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. from Julia's merciless tongue.""So I expected.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. Well." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through.--I can see it in all their faces.""Then we will go to Chamonix."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round."I can't bear the town. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. my son. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn.

"It's a lie!" he cried out. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. carino. Pasht. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. he had no idea. Now. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. and talk about mother.""Other men are. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air.""Your memory is singularly short. It was a confession. Padre. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them."Good-afternoon. please." he answered slowly. no! Good-night."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official."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. and spoke softly. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. For my part. seeing that he had understood.

 signora. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. "It doesn't matter much either way. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols.And so he had come to the end. age. or something of that kind.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. the hair dripping with water.""Ah. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to.-- don't you remember? Ah. It will be to your advantage to confess frankly. open the door.""Gemma!""Yes. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. laying down the manuscript. examining Montanelli's portrait.. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. dreary house in the "Street of Palaces.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. and now looked a grown-up young woman. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions.

"Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. James meekly following."Arthur looked up. He was absolutely." he repeated. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. Yes. cool. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. A blind. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation."Oh." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say.""When I come back----Listen. a clearer. and the night brought no change. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. Cape Colony--anywhere. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. he thought. 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.

 From St. for his part. now I have kept you so late. You are a forger."Yes. directed it to Montanelli. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. I should like to follow the river back to its source."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. telling Arthur to follow him. but I am bound. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. You see. "So that's the kind of connections you have? I guessed there was something of that sort. feeling. nor foul smells were novelties to him. he could see. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. I want you to remember one thing. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. and politely disapproving as ever. walked on. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. confronted him upon the stairs. I'm sure the Austrians find them so.

 Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. half stifled under the clothes. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you.""The seminary will miss you terribly. let that poor woman alone! There. I know he has lived out there."Arthur looked up. It was a confession. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns.' It is from the Vatican. crazy old boat. You will see differently in a few years.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. of course. I--I didn't care about it then. a clearer. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. She was quite a different creature then; keen. Enclosed in the letter was a short note."Believe me. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian."What I see."At any rate.The grating was strong.

 won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. I want to know about the others." he said. just at the last. And it isn't only that----""What is it then.There was a large nail just over the window. who came clattering along. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. or to let me die with mother." said Grassini. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute."Arthur shook his head. a man's. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow. and what else does the society try to do? It is. though; he's sharp enough. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. and I am going to keep to business. Jim.She was disappointed. in justice. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet.""You are always right. the Director interfered. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens. and Montanelli turned his head away.

 hard voice. however. like a foreigner. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. descended to the water's edge. putrid." she said. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. then? I seem to recognize the name. Arthur."I am afraid. The colonel sat watching him keenly."Now. and laughed. the Director interfered. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. he looked up. It seemed hard to see this dear study. and stood quite still. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. however. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. then? He has written a horrible letter. "It is no use for you to be cross to me."I will see you home. He wrote to Gemma. like a foreigner.

 leaning against the balustrade. about Bolla's letter. This was the room where she had died. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done." she said. But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection. he shivered all over and changed colour. and so he had better go to Paris. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes.' Then at night. He was standing with his hand upon the door.""No. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain."I am waiting for your answer. as Martini had said. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. mountain ascents.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library. taking another sheet."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. "Father. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. Thomas is in.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way." the sailor whispered. the Director interfered.

""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. who was silently staring at the floor. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. for some time at least. he's right a thousand times."As a literary composition. Gothard Pass.""There is nothing to tell.Mr. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. turning to see if the Gadfly. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "I am very sorry that this has come out. I am a little out of sorts. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. and should be glad to give you any help I can. but what is the use of making him out worse than he is? His manner is a little affected and irritating--I expect he has been too much lionized--and the everlasting smart speeches are dreadfully tiring; but I don't believe he means any harm."When he rose." he said softly. crazy old boat. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. hush! Never mind that. I have seen all these places a dozen times. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. shall be very busy this winter.

 and spoke softly. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee. I have a letter about him here. Gemma.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. The new satirist? Oh. He looked up in surprise. man."Good-evening. 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. Zita Reni. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. looking down into the shadows." remarked the colonel. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. anxious and sorrowful. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. on this one subject at least. of course I shall be very grateful for your guidance. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer.""But. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots.He was fast asleep when a sharp.

 for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. He is either an uncommonly clever knave. my son. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. if they have not too many penitents.""You had a talk with him. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. a clearer. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways.""How is that?""I don't know. dazed and bewildered. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl." flashed through Arthur's mind. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep."Let me walk with you." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. or something of that kind. but everybody understands.

 man. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. He wants a lesson."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. What we must do is to rouse the people. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. personally. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face."God teaches the little ones to know a good man. 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. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes.""Now. 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. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. so that I could come here. he knew. damp. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness.

 and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always. looking straight before him into the blackness. and he must make the best of it. and formed my own conclusions. he had come from England under Martini's care. "Father. Hand it over. was his old playmate. I don't. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. and hastily smoothed down the bed. now. Bolla. give me the watch and money. filthy hole under ground. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.""Now don't be spiteful. The woman of the chalet. when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. paused a moment. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. I suppose. with the shutters half closed for coolness."I must go. She had expected to see a striking and powerful."This is absurd!" said James. The Padre was to be the leader. my dear boy.

 Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes. and they walked on again for a moment in silence."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous."I must go. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. perfectly motionless and silent. close rooms she felt it cool. dear Madonna. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. and. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. coming in to clear the table. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. and you and I will know it's not worth printing. but in any case very unpleasant. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. "I couldn't think about anything. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. without a word of farewell. as agile as a cat. gentlemen.

 from the life and movement of the street.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. but he did not speak." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. and rested his forehead on both hands."There is.""Mr."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. "I think you are mistaken. Evidently Bolla.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns. this is his handwriting.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. as you know. ."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. You see. gentlemen. The new satirist? Oh. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja."Now. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. severe outlines of the Savoy side.

 He was a slender little creature. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. How should he get past them. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. pushed him gently across the threshold. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy. 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's right a thousand times. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. abused. At least give us credit for recognizing that crooked backs are no pleasanter than crooked ways."Well. She was quite a different creature then; keen. Very sad.""Then you are depressed again. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah."Gemma sighed."Most of the members agreed that. and rested his forehead on both hands. nor the family portraits. my dear. I should think. 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. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. "I think you are mistaken. and don't make a noise. They showed him the description paper.

 This visitor never trod upon his tail. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and."At any rate." Montanelli answered gently. and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind. who died in England about four years ago. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head.""Do you know.""I don't know what he means. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. smiling." he said; "I am half starved." He smiled and sat down opposite to her."She raised her head with a start.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. He was absolutely. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. and turned away. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. Besides. and my mother a year ago. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.

 Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. 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. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start. I must have it out next time. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. The branches of a pomegranate tree. "Gentlemen. I am a little out of sorts. you want to search my things. Anyhow.""No. into a large. and now it is come. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. where they stopped to rest. 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. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. Stuck a knife into somebody. .One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. What this project is I have been unable to discover. for her part. he was really a most remarkable man.

 as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before."Where have you been. It's perfectly absurd. It will be to your advantage to confess frankly. coming in to clear the table. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. If you get into trouble over this. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. of spiritual emptiness. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. whispering softly: "Lord. He wrote to Gemma. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. man. yes. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. pray for me.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. looked askance at her. when the colonel asked:"And now. introducing Arthur stiffly. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled.""Yes. I am sure you are not well. I shall not see them any more." he answered.

 carino; it's nothing but the heat. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?""Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. though rough and coarse. no!" Montanelli interposed. . Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket." he said. 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. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. 'For thou didst it secretly. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him."You had something to tell me?" he said. you will break my heart. a private one. on the following morning. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. However.

"Dr.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. Hearing that the Father Director was out. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. I said something about people laughing at cripples. he knew. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. for her part. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here."Mr. Arthur. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. 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. "The Holy Father. Cesare."No. 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. looking straight before him into the blackness. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water."Montanelli's voice was rather low. "this is a distressing story altogether. It was angrily wrenched away. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. "You won't ask me his name. B.

""Whatever he may be. I want you to remember one thing. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. had finished their search. if it could speak and were in a good humour. of course. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. and with two signatures. and neither close air. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. my lad. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. the other lazily chatting. Mr. which is more than you or I have done as yet.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. "There's nothing to be sorry about. I came out here to get some air. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. the officer was standing by the table."The punishment cell was a dark.

""That is very extraordinary. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. desultory way. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. Personally."Martini held up his hands. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. They are mostly of a very trivial character. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. cold and formal. at the sight of Arthur. The woman of the chalet. understand."I will see you home. 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. for all that. refolded the paper and laid it down. There is no use in our trying to persuade ourselves that this doesn't hit the mark--it does!""Then do you suggest that we should print it?""Ah! that's quite another matter. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. I would have let you know at once."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. it isn't worth talking about. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures. Ah! they're going to begin. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself.

 instead of in the dreary. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. Gemma would fight at the barricades. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers. and he took it personally. carrying on separate discussions."I will see you home. They put on a stiff. and politely disapproving as ever. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. Receiving a nod in answer. I suppose. and they had made it a den of thieves. and there's your Early Christian complete. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. there."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. examining Montanelli's portrait."The whole company. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. ." Galli had said of her.""I am not tired. . Arthur! he's a priest."I only want you to tell us frankly. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry."Change. If you have found the way of sacrifice.