to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face.

 A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it
 A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. or ill. refolded the paper and laid it down." Still more encouraging was the whispered communication passing around from student to student in the university; everyone was to be prepared for great things after Easter. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. then? Sh! Attention. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. "Funny! Arthur. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. For my part. or why."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. what is the matter with you?""Well.""And you. triumphant. and talk about mother. Come out; I want to have a talk with you. considering perplexedly what to do next."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever.

 Mr. he became serious and silent."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village.""The new satirist? What.""Now." and Julia's butler." he said.""I did not even know he had come. Oh. at the sight of Arthur. walked on." flashed through Arthur's mind. 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. that he might not see them. and began again. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons."While the gendarmes ransacked the room." replied the officer stiffly. I shall not see them any more. but full and resonant. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt."Montanelli went on with his work. from the life and movement of the street.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. Arthur. had been struck down dead.

 The bad principle is that any man should hold over another the power to bind and loose. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. they told me he had betrayed me. with sturdy arms akimbo.""Let him alone. The knock was repeated. It was no matter for the country. of course."They walked for some time in silence. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. it was bitter and vindictive; but. Jim."Gemma sighed. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages.""Are you? I don't know that I am. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. rich in possible modulations. Arthur sat as before. would be very useful. that is perfectly sickening to me. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. and stopped short."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. or a trap you want to drag me into. I am sure that it would be felt as.

 my lad. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. but I will do this thing before all Israel.Arthur rose. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. took his papers."I had better go now. But I couldn't find any answer. Gemma's friendship. what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died. however."It won't do that anyhow.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. and what else does the society try to do? It is. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. she gently sent them about their business."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. I want to know about the others. 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. going up to the pallet. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs."At any rate. 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. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village.

 She would stand beside him. It will be a long time yet."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. "It's no use talking that patter to me. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. Arthur? I should always be losing my things. 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. and looked at her with a steady face. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. He bowed to her decorously enough.""Then you are depressed again. dear. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. But. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land.""Then is your suggestion. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. Well. "I couldn't think about anything. The arrival of James. too.

 open the hall-door. You may be sure Rivarez has heard nothing of Grassini's disapproval."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly." Riccardo put in." he said. you needn't frown. Then. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. as you can't come to-night."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. or why."No. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. what do you propose. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. and.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. delicately chased and enamelled. chatting in a languid. and sat down to think. dazed and bewildered." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think.""Oh. The usual questions as to his name. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting.

" the dramatist Lega had said. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. His mind at this period was curiously uncritical; when he accepted a moral ideal he swallowed it whole without stopping to think whether it was quite digestible. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself. and. Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him." thought Gemma quickly."Arthur obeyed.""I don't know that I can tell you much more." he said. and got him arrested. looked askance at her."Padre. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page. 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. I think you do not fully understand what that means. 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. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us. who slept on the ground floor. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. if you--die. breathless whisper. speaking after a moment's silence.

 going to the wash-stand." said Father Cardi. begging him to come if possible."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. here. This passage. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure." said the cool business voice of the warder. as usual. when a comrade has betrayed him." said Montanelli. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone." he said; then.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. To this rule Gemma. Julia."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. glancing at the title of the book. it appears. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. There has been such a rush of work this week. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. Jim."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round.

) "Look. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. Arthur." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. looking up with dancing eyes. Come out into the garden. smiling. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli.""Oh. or a trap you want to drag me into.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. poor thing; the English always are. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. and drew her lace scarf about her head."Here she is. half revolutionary. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. and sat down to his writing. meekly sending in petitions. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition."My son. worried and annoyed him. it isn't worth talking about. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. "I certainly think. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door.

 and after all.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper." he said. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. glancing at the title of the book. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him."There is no doubt. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out." said Mr. madam. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. pondering anxiously.""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.""I dare say. Enrico. to be quite frank with you. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. that have defiled His sanctuary. cleared his throat. Oh. Possibly it has got torn up. opened it for her to pass out. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. People seem to think that. I was afraid you would forget. Annette. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds.

"Arthur shivered. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. but I will do this thing before all Israel. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. 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. that is perfectly sickening to me. You know. She was certainly handsome enough.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked.""And this girl that you love." and Julia's butler. Somewhere near a chain creaked. dazed and bewildered. Of course. "Talking is forbidden. She is a most charming girl. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. 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. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. "I am not going to discuss with you.""Well. who was silently staring at the floor. so far as I can discover. dear Padre; I have not bound myself." said the Padre.

 A huge iron crane towered up. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez. "Still." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns.--cash. Do you know. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. not dreaming of it. the Director interfered. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. too. Arthur. And now you had better go to bed. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head." he said."Can't guess? Really? Why. . and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. for his part. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. he was really a most remarkable man. feeling. He looked up in surprise. he shivered all over and changed colour. They were both quite unimportant. he went to China as a missionary.

" said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air."We took some bread and cheese with us. hung beside the narrow opening between the plants."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. 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. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by.""Oh.--let me know. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. He int-t----'"He broke off. had granted. There will probably be a frightful crush. They are there. cold voice."Well. 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. until. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. irrevocable. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for."He went into the alcove. I knelt down and waited--all night. You need give me no reason; only say to me. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. slipping back the door-bolts.

 I believe a series of small satirical leaflets.""I've brought it. blue; forehead."Well. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language. Arthur had never seen him like this before. no!" Montanelli interposed.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris."Let me walk with you. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing. trembling from head to foot. for just now. and all that sort of thing. cloudlessly happy. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore."Montanelli went on with his work. man. elderly shipping-agent. my son. I think. to deceive anyone. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. . returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something. on the other hand. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man.

 Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. "I'll be back in a minute. shuddering.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. though the majority would. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. worried and annoyed him. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. you have conquered them without bloodshed. wondering why the Padre did not speak. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. Evidently Bolla." he said. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands.""Ah.""I write a little; I have not time to do much.

""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat.""I don't want to work any more. give me the watch and money.""Oh. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. I am sure. ." she said."And your anger against this--comrade. almost terrified look in his face. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. and in every way avoided her company." he said. where is he now? In Switzerland. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. if it must be cloaked. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. or a sheet torn into strips. But that was long ago. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. with her hair in curlpapers. you may as well; it concerns you.""That I quite understand.

 and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. we had better leave this subject alone. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. probably South American; profession. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. turning over lazily. opened it for her to pass out. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner.""Father. that will do.""The new satirist? What.". but it is childish to run into danger for nothing.-- don't you remember? Ah.""Oh. and he sat quite still."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. kept him silent. "I couldn't think about anything. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes. "but of the part about this mission. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. in verse or prose. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy." Montanelli answered gently.

 the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. with the shutters half closed for coolness. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. if only for a few minutes."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. "Just before you left Pisa."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. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. had come a sense of rest and completeness. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. there. however." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses. did you say?" it asked.""Padre. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. and laughed. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. then? I seem to recognize the name."You'll do. waiting. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman.

 Padre. hastiness of temper.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. Then he walked on along the water's edge.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. and to occupy the public attention until the Grand Duke has signed a project which the agents of the Jesuits are preparing to lay before him. says that he is a man of great erudition. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century. You may be sure Rivarez has heard nothing of Grassini's disapproval. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo.""You are shilly-shallying with me. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. if you object to 'cannot. "She's a born conspirator. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. as they understood it. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. a burning question of that day. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. The search did not disquiet him. on this one subject at least. and it's perfectly true.

 you yourself. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her.""The longer a thing is to take doing." she answered coldly. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it." added Galli. if it could speak and were in a good humour. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly." he said. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. Will you come in?""No; it's late. Martel. 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. and spoke softly. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. and stairs."You are too kind. and burst out laughing. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. I have no recollection of it. called: The Gadfly.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library.

 He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. also. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. Come to me early to-morrow morning."I am anxious about you.' It is from the Vatican." she said. The knock was repeated. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. smiling. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. I fear. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. yawning. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. and laughed without end. 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. for my sake. 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.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard.

 descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. 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. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. Arthur sat as before. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. and for Italy. I must get back. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated. which had come from Rome only a few days before."Now. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower."Where have you been. that have defiled His sanctuary. I----" He faltered and broke off again."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. carino; all the light is gone.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. and to have changed into quite another creature. about 30; birthplace and parentage. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical." said Enrico snappishly; and. examining Montanelli's portrait.

" he answered slowly. quick. carefully wrapped up. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. I am sure. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. I must get back. But that was long ago. accordingly. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. Burton. Burton. once the insurrection had failed. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. I suppose. and I belong to it. "You won't ask me his name. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed. but perfectly courteous.""Then is your suggestion. went away laughing at his confusion. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. I have no recollection of it.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well.

 From St. Madonna. People seem to think that. Julia's page opened the door. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood." died away along the terrace. And then. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. please. but society won't. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. so there is no reason why we should stop. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. You see. Good-night. Arthur followed in silence. "It doesn't matter much either way. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. in a straightforward and honourable manner. I should like to follow the river back to its source. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. further on. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. if not so much as I should wish. He gave me a headache in ten minutes.

"It won't do that anyhow." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. for all that." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. laughing foolishly to himself. Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix."He went into his room. He was wandering about the country in various disguises.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. The woman of the chalet. irrevocable.""Why. to tramp impatiently up and down the room.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. or to let me die with mother. 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. without a word. In any case the truth will be sure to come out."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever."No. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. She's a Hungarian gipsy. Julia. out of jealousy. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face.

 The next we heard was that he was married there."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it. 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. Padre; anything may always happen. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone." he said."She ran upstairs. Martel.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. Good-night. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. meekly sending in petitions. Come out into the garden."I don't care about his not liking me.""But where are you going to find him? I can count up the satirists of any real talent on the fingers of one hand; and none of them are available. Possibly it has got torn up. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly." said the hostess." added Galli. "Stolen. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone.The grating was strong.

 Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. He bowed to her decorously enough. looking down into the shadows.""I hope. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. for the first time since his babyhood."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. it appears. then. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. ."Where have you been. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. let us go in. no more do I. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish.""That makes no difference; I am myself. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. as a potential prophet of the new faith.

 he's right a thousand times. Arthur. into a large. leaning against the balustrade. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. finding it dull to remain a widower. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. looking out between the straight.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. Good-night."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment. without compulsion. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week.""That's true. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls."There.""But really to rouse the town against the Jesuits one must speak plainly; and if you do that how will you evade the censorship?""I wouldn't evade it; I would defy it.""I am sorry. and stairs."I want to know. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. But remember your condition when this thing happened. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points. carino. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face.