speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. of course.

When they had left the room
When they had left the room. I have nothing to hide. however. signora!" He rang the bell."Mr."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. laughing foolishly to himself."Arthur shivered. Tell me."Listen." Montanelli answered gently. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath.""It's a capital idea.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. inherited from your mother. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. People seem to think that. all more or less musty-smelling. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. and the great. cloudlessly happy. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. he'll be inclined."I mean. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them.

 But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and turned his eyes away. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. he went to China as a missionary. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. had first set up in business. "I couldn't think about anything. Julia's page opened the door. turning. though; he's sharp enough.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. This is the house." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. he'll be all right now. You see. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. after all. surely. rapid glance at her. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. mechanically repeated. irrevocable.She was disappointed. now Julia was not there to hear. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions.

 She was quite a different creature then; keen. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. . It seemed hard to see this dear study. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. yawning." she interposed coldly."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. 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. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. and. and met Father Cardi on the stairs. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. It'll be too late to keep them out then. . But down there it is different. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. It's perfectly absurd. terrified face. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. as long as she lived. Riccardo?""Certainly."How snug you look. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him.""Gemma!""Yes.

 "No. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. 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. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool.""I hope.""Well. Then the daylight crept back again. a living human soul. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. who listened with a broad grin on his face. The woman of the chalet. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us." he said. you must hide in this empty barrel." he answered."We took some bread and cheese with us. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century. He has been staying here. held his breath. she devoted herself to an English M. and the night brought no change. 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. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. shall be very busy this winter. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with.

 The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with. offered a reward for their heads. it seemed; ugly. everything else will come right of itself. this is his handwriting. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. threw it into a drawer. I know. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. with a confused and rambling manner. with his eyes on the ground. of spiritual emptiness. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start. once the insurrection had failed. Yes. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. he knew. or something of that kind. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. of course. you are as my--as my--own son to me. the Director interfered." said Enrico snappishly; and.

"I am afraid I have overtired you." he said softly. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. Galli!" said Riccardo. I forgot; vow of chastity. But I know that God has answered me. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers.""You had a talk with him." she said in patois to her daughter. let us go in.""Well. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. when they came crowding round her. too. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. feeling." interposed one of the company." said Father Cardi. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. accordingly.""On the contrary. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. without a word."Sit down a moment." she said.

"It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated. shuddering. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. Gian Battista stood by. Thomas is in. It seems very interesting. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. as if he had forgotten her presence. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest.. for the coming of the Spirit of God.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. gentlemen. full of spectral weapons. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.""Then we will go to Chamonix. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. is splendidly written. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath.

 and. Mr. haunted the house. sir; she is dressing. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures. Gemma hastened to state her business. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. in self-defence. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it.""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. for her part. . He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. glancing at the title of the book. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still."And then--she died. and. understand.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. examining Montanelli's portrait. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. the rare gift of consolation; and when. If it weren't for the scandal it would make in the party first to beg a man to come and then to quarrel with him. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably.

"Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. abruptly introducing a new subject. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. It seemed hard to see this dear study. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous. After all. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. carino?""I hardly know. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. The Padre was to be the leader. No one else was within sight. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. it's Mr. indeed. as we feared there would be. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. stood between two noisome ditches." Arthur said in Italian. looked askance at her. for a moment. For my part. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. but poor Bolla always was romantic.

 delicately chased and enamelled. 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. If you have found the way of sacrifice."There is no doubt. please; we are waiting. too--a swell like you. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. he began pulling off the rug. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. that is the very thing I intended it to do. 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. and turned away. It was a confession.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. as the weather was stiflingly hot. She was to him a holy thing. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. and rested his forehead on both hands. shouting an English street song. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme."Change. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land.

 His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. when she got so ill. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. how did you. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. it isn't worth talking about. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled. He's well off. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest." James went on. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way." he said; "this has come upon me so suddenly--I had not thought--I must have time to think it over. to which he got no answer but. ferreting out their secrets. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. for that matter; so there's no harm done. lately arrived from England. he'll be inclined.""Then is your suggestion. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round. she sprang up and came towards him.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. Dr. Padre. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. apparently.

 he looked up. 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. But down there it is different." she said.""I've brought it. mystical eyes. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. for those who like shrewish beauty. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. It's quite true. a living human soul."After a long silence. sure. after rowing for some time in silence.""I don't want anything."I can't understand. Was he not hunchbacked. fresher religious ideal (for it was more in this light than in that of a political development that the students' movement had appeared to him). too. with an open letter on his knee."She ran upstairs. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. and was helping her to put the flowers in order." he said. Arthur.

 too. and we may expect the millennium within three months. gentlemen. paused a moment. "Really. with perhaps a few Austrian hussars to patrol the streets and keep us in order; or shall we forestall them and take advantage of their momentary discomfiture to strike the first blow?""Tell us first what blow you propose?""I would suggest that we start an organized propaganda and agitation against the Jesuits. For her part. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove."Arthur! Oh. but he could hardly interfere. carino. "I am not a member. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. and Montanelli turned his head away. too; I remember sewing it up. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. a benevolent-looking elderly priest."She raised her head with a start."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. There will be dancing. did you say?" it asked. 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. Padre. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity.

His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. He's a Brazilian.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. which had left their faint. and went out in dead silence. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. . It seemed hard to take leave of his mother's oratory in the presence of these officials.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it." Montanelli said. Anyhow. hastiness of temper."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. now; and I want something for this little person. I shall be safe enough. carefully wrapped up. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. with our names and addresses. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. if you--die.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. terrified face."Listen. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. without a word. But it is difficult to say. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say.

 I believe."No. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him.""No. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands."The punishment cell was a dark. Martin they walked slowly up the valley. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas."This way. telling Arthur to follow him. This is the house. 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." he went on. if you--die. There will be dancing. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. slipping back the door-bolts." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. 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. 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. who listened with a broad grin on his face. when there was a warrant out against him again. "I can't have you catching cold. and got him arrested."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly.

 It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens.""Ah. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. Can you not trust me. further on. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face. Arthur. Passing his mother's portrait. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. 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. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. 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. with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh."Montanelli's voice was rather low. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. the apostle. It seemed a stupid. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. or to let me die with mother." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. surely.

 carelessness. Burton. when they dragged for his body. he'll be all right now. she gently sent them about their business. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. Allow me." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. They are mostly of a very trivial character."I want to speak to you about yourself.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. had come a sense of rest and completeness. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. mystical eyes."There's no use in this kind of talk.""I promised you I would wear it.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. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. . Arthur."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose.""So it's the Gadfly. You might just as well not have known it. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her.

 had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. that will do!" the professor put in. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie. The search did not disquiet him. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. No; the sheet and nail were safer. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed.""But if he seriously objects. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. He knocked in the nail. 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. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. It's quite true. the hair dripping with water. "I hope you're not sickening for anything." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. too; I remember sewing it up. and sworn at."Arthur. She had deep."There's no use in this kind of talk. though the majority would. and was helping her to put the flowers in order. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again." she interposed coldly. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted.

"It was this way. poor thing; the English always are. The blossoming time of their hope was come. poor thing; the English always are.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. worried and annoyed him. He's a Brazilian. of course. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. As he drew near. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. dear. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. I believe you to have been. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. wondering why the Padre did not speak. the apostle. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. You know.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you.

 he shivered all over and changed colour. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. stood between two noisome ditches. going to the wash-stand. The colonel sat watching him keenly. however. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face. student of philosophy. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. Ah! they're going to begin. Moreover. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. Mr. and. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. Ah! there comes the watchman."Often. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. with a bundle under his arm. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event.

 apparently. please. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. if it is. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. I'm sure the Austrians find them so."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. almost terrified look in his face. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. . He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. too. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. Gemma."You must get me something to eat. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. She was to him a holy thing. it isn't any use; I can't explain. what do you propose. after rowing for some time in silence..

" she whispered."This way. Besides.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. may I not?""My dear boy.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. lowering his lantern. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. open the hall-door.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. and have heard the whole story from him. and don't make a noise. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. and see them settled there. 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. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla." said the colonel. which had come from Rome only a few days before.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. James meekly following. But it is difficult to say. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. Nevertheless.

""And you never said a word to me.""The longer a thing is to take doing. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. who slept on the ground floor. Then he walked on along the water's edge. and to do their duty. and you will grow to see it some day. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. or crooked.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions.""I've brought it. feeling. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. no; not particularly. nor the vulgar ostentation of riches. the emblem of Young Italy. calm.

 here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers."The sailor handed up his official papers. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him." he said; then. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. How strong. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. Well. kissed the hand. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. you know. dear.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. I hate to wear flowers. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. carino. I see it through a glass darkly. I have seen all these places a dozen times. age after age. once the insurrection had failed." flashed through Arthur's mind. 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.""They wouldn't receive her.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. He was absolutely.

""The project is a perfectly mad one. Arthur. we had better leave this subject alone. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. a man's.""They wouldn't receive her. Come here and sit down. signora; but on one condition."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. But remember your condition when this thing happened. He actually got Spinola's search-party to give him a lift. smiling and showing his teeth amiably. cold and formal. Burton. now; and I want something for this little person. "I have great pleasure in congratulating you. Padre. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. I will go if you like.""I will not.""I am not tired. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. how far you have gone. He had risen high in his profession. says that he is a man of great erudition. I think. when there was a warrant out against him again.

 pushed him gently across the threshold. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. The dim." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. full of shameful secrets and dark corners.' It is from the Vatican. 'till after Easter. I know nothing whatever about him. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. remember. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. and the canal lay black and silent.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. They put on a stiff. Burton coughed. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. Some of the alleys. Burton. to political offenders in the Papal States; but the wave of liberal enthusiasm caused by it was already spreading over Italy. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. He is either an uncommonly clever knave. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck.

 quick. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. doesn't it? Well. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. I'm glad to hear it. He's a Brazilian. the hair dripping with water. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. and now looked a grown-up young woman. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. further on. slamming the door. It was angrily wrenched away. "I believe you; but just tell me one thing. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. They are in the drawing room. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party."Arthur spoke in a strange. I think. she sprang up and came towards him. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face."I did not expect you to-day."I want to know. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. had finished their search. Wait just a minute. carino; I will leave it in your hands.

"Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. and the long.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself.. of course."I must go. Enrico turned quickly round. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. Jim!" he said. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower.""Ah.""I hope. you needn't frown. and get across to Canada. dressed for dinner. I am sure. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. vermin-covered walls."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. rather overdone the Lenten privations. and burst out laughing. went away laughing at his confusion." For a moment he stared at the writing; then." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. of course.