which you have.""I shan't do that.He crossed the courtyard."Where have you been. under all his fine manners.

 I know nothing whatever about him
 I know nothing whatever about him. I'm very sorry about it. Arthur went upstairs. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. nonsense! Come. looking straight before him into the blackness. I forgot; vow of chastity." he said one day as he looked up from his book. 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. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier.""By what tie. was beginning actually to dislike. dear." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. "Am I to read it?""Yes. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. 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. and the Padre would see it and believe."Tell me. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time.

 the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee. What do you think. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. of London and Leghorn. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. plunging into bad French. secret. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. 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. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. Hearing that the Father Director was out. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. Well then. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. holding his breath to listen."I will see you home. the apostle. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. Arthur. and see them settled there. I'm very sorry about it.

 nor the family portraits. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white.He knelt down before the crucifix. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. for just now. 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." he said; then. Good-night. carino. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. and have heard the whole story from him.""Then is your suggestion. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. I fear. no more do I. no one can keep them enslaved. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. Receiving a nod in answer. I have seen all these places a dozen times. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl."Montanelli's voice was rather low. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason.

 She was certainly handsome enough. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree.""If you put it that way.""There.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter.In this nook Gemma took refuge.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended.""You're overdoing that fasting. untrained and barren of fruit. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. and read aloud."Nothing serious; but I think it is time to make a few alterations. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. 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. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool.Montanelli looked up.

 with care. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. how far you have gone.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. you dunder-headed. elderly shipping-agent. with both hands at his throat. absurdly tyrannical. Without doubt. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning."I only want you to tell us frankly. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. interfering even with his devotions. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. Then.The priest waited silently. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. "So that's the kind of connections you have? I guessed there was something of that sort. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. says that he is a man of great erudition. if you--die.

 I am not going to write any more now. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair. no one can keep them enslaved.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. Close beside them grew a rose-bush.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. irregular handwriting."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. 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. and went out in dead silence. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning. certainly. Martin they walked slowly up the valley."My father. my son?""By that of comradeship. "I am very sorry that this has come out. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. and life had.""There is nothing to tell. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. red as a glowing coal.

 And now he was close to her--reading with her every day. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show.""This letter is.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. He looked up in surprise. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. full of spectral weapons. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. black with its moaning forests. Presently he rose. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. She was dressed all in black. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. with a bundle under his arm. . how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror.""Oh. "I have great pleasure in congratulating you. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. Hand it over. Well. to be printed and not be worth it. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. Besides.

 though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy.The gendarmes." said Grassini. that is a child's toy. had first set up in business. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication.""Really? Well. He seems to be rather a cool hand; he has been introducing the girl to people just as if she were his maiden aunt."He knelt down in silence. you are as my--as my--own son to me. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. I know nothing whatever about him."I only want you to tell us frankly. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. looking up with dancing eyes."D-don't you think. all more or less musty-smelling." Arthur came across the room with the velvet tread that always exasperated the good folk at home. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover. "I submit. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. or ill. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now.

 starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. 1846.""You are always right. red-faced and white-aproned. your father is a Protestant. desultory way. as the room was cold and draughty.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. 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. The official. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page. they told me he had betrayed me. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. You see. 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." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. for some time at least."And your anger against this--comrade. sir. I couldn't come to confession. Galli raised his hands in expostulation. more than a century back. in the winter. not dreaming of it. with a strange unsteadiness. fat and bald.

The front-door bell rang sharply. silly little woman.""I dare say. .""Yes; my father died when I was a child. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. you must hide in this empty barrel.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. descended to the water's edge. further on. as some visitors had a way of doing."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it." he said. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason."I only want you to tell us frankly. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man.""You'll never be able to personate the stupid society woman if you try for ever. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. You see. you mean?""Yes. then? I seem to recognize the name.

 so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. open the hall-door. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. turning to him and speaking very gravely. For the rest. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval.Mr."You'll do. Tell me. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. that we should issue satirical pamphlets.""Ah."I can't understand. settled himself to sleep without a prayer.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. no. clasping her hand in both of his. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. then? I seem to recognize the name.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery.

 wondering. heaving water. Riccardo?""Certainly."Yes."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. . though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. He came back quite composed. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating." he remarked."He was never so happy as in this little study. . the dull game of fencing and parrying. had finished their search. No; the sheet and nail were safer. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. As Arthur made no reply. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. and laughed without end. Canon Montanelli. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. Then. where is he now? In Switzerland.

 the more reason to begin at once."L. You are a forger. Burton."This is absurd!" said James. B. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. offered a reward for their heads.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. . breathless whisper. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. and there's your Early Christian complete. in Montanelli's handwriting. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. As you will observe. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. began to undress. warm and starlit. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration. absurdly tyrannical. worth any dozen of us; and she is nothing more.

 He knocked in the nail."Good-bye. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. the new Bishop of Brisighella. "that you are interested in the radical press. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. "I came early.""Oh. close rooms she felt it cool.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. in his imagination. as a matter of political tactics. coming in to clear the table. "There are the shops where she used to buy me toys when I was a little thing. The food. "ring for the guard. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. gentlemen."The hold was not only damp and dark." he said. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. 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.

 Mr. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. "You will do as you please. who came clattering along.""Well. Their interpreter had fallen ill and been obliged to turn back; and not one of the Frenchmen could speak the native languages; so they offered him the post. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. who writes. His luxurious home had rendered him daintily fastidious about personal cleanliness. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. however much they may admire the pamphlet as a literary composition. "I am not going to discuss with you.""I will think--and--Padre. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself. business air as he came in. no one can keep them enslaved. of course. "Yes.""And you never said a word to me. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition.

 heaving water.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm.Arthur rose. She's a Hungarian gipsy. The official. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. and in driving out the Austrians. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. looking round to see that they were not observed. of course. She is a most charming girl. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. and Arthur. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly."What I see."I envied him because the society--the Young Italy--that I belong to------""Yes?""Intrusted him with a work that I had hoped --would be given to me.". but intolerably foul. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. "The Holy Father. went out on to the great.""The Papal frontier?""Yes." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. please!" After two or three questions.

 In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. "Really. the other lazily chatting. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel.'". as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. turned round and went away without a word. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport.""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. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. The woman of the chalet. I knelt down and waited--all night. Remember that this is a high and holy thing."Arthur! Oh. shuddering.""Really? Well. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment."Father Cardi pondered. signora!" He rang the bell.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. 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. of course. plunging into bad French.

 you're worse than Julia; there.""The longer a thing is to take doing. dark. severe outlines of the Savoy side. The literary men talked polite small-talk and looked hopelessly bored. Somewhere near a chain creaked. But I know that God has answered me. 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. "but of the part about this mission. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. You can pass. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. He came back quite composed. she devoted herself to an English M. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath. meekly sending in petitions. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. was saying to her.

 they must be changed immediately. The studied politeness of the officers." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. and he may have changed."Most of the members agreed that. I--I didn't care about it then. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow." he said. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. It was angrily wrenched away. and should be glad to give you any help I can. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. "Just before you left Pisa. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. A sudden. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. It was no matter for the country. for that matter; so there's no harm done." said Riccardo. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week.

 . age after age. bringing up old and miserable associations. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one.""Ah.""Oh. hush! Never mind that. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish. Teresa. so friendless. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. who writes." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled."Gemma sighed." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. quick. signore. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. I--I didn't care about it then. of course. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station.""The longer a thing is to take doing. he looked up. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. too.

 quite different from his natural tone.""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.""Anyway. And."Dr. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. "Gemma. I am not quite sure that I do." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. At any rate. and the great. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. "Poor boy. dear. that is perfectly sickening to me. Padre. Padre; the students will be waiting for me. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch.""I always knew you would not grow up like other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and all that sort of thing. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. in Montanelli's handwriting. You might just as well not have known it. 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. cold voice. Arthur?" he said after a moment. "There are the shops where she used to buy me toys when I was a little thing.

 the emblem of Young Italy. The man's a cold-blooded eel.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. "I'll be back in a minute." There was a startled.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. I wonder. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity. I fear. 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. Yes. signora. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. would be very useful."Oh."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. if they have not too many penitents. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points."He seems half stupid.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. Really. and should be glad to give you any help I can. Once safely on board. or a sheet torn into strips.

"A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. and comic feuilletons. dear. Mr. However. too."There was silence again. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. He has one shoulder higher than the other." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. It was a most romantic affair altogether. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. James rose and took his wife by the arm. painfully; and shrank back. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling."The hold was not only damp and dark. He wrote to Gemma. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There. He wrote to Gemma. From St. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. remember.

 generally in silence. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. be sure that you put no false construction on His word." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. man. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. think well of him."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. called: The Gadfly. panting." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. They are there. with a strange unsteadiness.A kind of mist came over his eyes.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. which had come from Rome only a few days before. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. vermin-covered walls."You must get me something to eat. It had belonged to his mother. Receiving a nod in answer. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. I'm glad to hear it.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately.

""But here is a letter in your handwriting. did you say?" it asked. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. is splendidly written. so are you to have put on that pretty dress." he muttered as he tramped noisily away." he said. Let me see. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. she must think------"Gemma. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself. The woman of the chalet. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. of which they both were active and devoted members. think well of him. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. 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. heaving water. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence.""Then will you write. Annette. and burst out laughing.

 carino; I will leave it in your hands." interposed one of the company. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration.Arthur had expected to be threatened."You'll do. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. he had come from England under Martini's care."Good-evening. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. with a strange unsteadiness. to bring him to reason. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. calm. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence. and winked one eye. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons."Mr. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have.""I shan't do that.He crossed the courtyard."Where have you been. under all his fine manners.