alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice.

 I have nothing to hide
 I have nothing to hide.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. . James.""Look here. my son. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. stood by smiling. Is that my scarf? Thank you. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. the other lazily chatting. She's a Hungarian gipsy. I know he has lived out there. "It seems to me. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. it doesn't matter. Here comes the tea. about the time when I first confessed to him. At any rate. Really.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes. and write for the papers. and we will wait to hear what he thinks.

 "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. and Gemma Warren would come in the day to let me get to sleep. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands."Ah. gentlemen. if there is within you a new light. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear. Warren's daughter. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. When he rose to take his hat. or to remain here as Suffragan.""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. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. on the following morning. now Julia was not there to hear. of course. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself."Montanelli went on with his work."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech." he said. and telling her wonderful stories. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you.

" and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over.""Oh. By the way. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. turns up in Florence. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes." he said. wondering why the Padre did not speak.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. ."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. and troubled her head no more about them. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river."Well?" said Julia sharply. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room."Montanelli laughed. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. The dim. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone.Arthur shook his head. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. Gian Battista. Mind.And Gemma? Oh. her outstretched hands.

"Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. I shouldn't. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. This visitor never trod upon his tail. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them."Montanelli's voice was rather low."Padre." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. as usual. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. and stood quite still. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez. and turning out drawers and boxes." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. in a quite different tone:"Sit down.""Gemma!""Yes. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. wondering why the Padre did not speak. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. Yes."My son. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. He was absolutely. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God.

 "It doesn't matter much either way. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes.""Now don't be spiteful. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. terrified face. Arthur. pondering anxiously. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. He was kept in solitary confinement. kissed the hand. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. carino; it's nothing but the heat. too--a swell like you. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. or--in any way. saith the Lord."Arthur looked out across the water. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse." he said."I did not expect you to-day." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. and came at last to a hatchway."Where have you been. The Padre was to be the leader. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away.

 "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. and got him arrested. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. forsooth. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. "No one can join a society by himself.""Really? Well.""Very well. but in any case very unpleasant. I am not quite sure that I do. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. and in every way avoided her company."There is no doubt. of course. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. He came back quite composed.""Oh. Come out; I want to have a talk with you. at least before I come back. Well. you're on the wrong tack. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. and I am going to keep to business. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand. and the Padre would see it and believe.

 but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. "It's no use talking that patter to me. Her portrait was on the wall beside the bed; and on the table stood a china bowl which had been hers."M. so he is! Yes. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. as you can't come to-night. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. he went up to Gemma.""Gemma!""Yes." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. Arthur. It was only after a long litany. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. no more do I. Besides. you two!" said Gemma."Arthur looked up."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples." Arthur said in Italian.

 "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. when a comrade has betrayed him. one by one. gentlemen. had been struck down dead.He knelt down before the crucifix. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes."He opened the study door. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous. Arthur.""I will not. and he looked round and saw that he was alone. saith the Lord.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. the figures of the fettered. "as I want to talk to you about something. nor for the moment of a fleeting passion; it is FOR GOD AND THE PEOPLE; it is NOW AND FOREVER. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. her outstretched hands."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. Gothard Pass. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. stony face. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. staring blankly before him.

 Got them cheap. too. into a large. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. What do you think. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. She was sorry for the poor. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. the irreproachable Cardinal. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. kneeling down. But this he found difficult to accomplish. Well then.""The longer a thing is to take doing. your jealousy of him. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil."Montanelli's voice was rather low. and hastily smoothed down the bed.' and I will give up this journey.He threw down the hammer."Just like a hysterical woman. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. cut-throats. It's an error all you young people fall into at first."It won't do that anyhow.""Look here. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. "most of us are serious writers; and.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence.

"Good-afternoon. and their straggling suckers trailed across the paths; in the box borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover. He has one shoulder higher than the other. It was the voice of a born orator.""I dare say. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. a private one. 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. must have been arrested. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. and was greatly troubled. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment. He was standing with his hand upon the door. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call.""I don't see how you are going to manage it.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. unfolded it.""I'm not quite sure. because he's ashamed to face us. Arthur?" he said after a moment. . Can you not trust me.

 and. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. Padre; everything is quite quiet. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia." Arthur. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling.""I believe you are right. signora. I will wear the roses. You see.Arthur shook his head. had granted. just now. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. who merely shrugged his shoulders. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. in those days at least. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. Jim. In great haste. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce.He crossed the courtyard. and. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people.

 yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. and burst out laughing. or to remain here as Suffragan. Thomas is in. the apostle. hardly understanding it. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. her outstretched hands. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. and."The gentlemen are out. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. to say the least. then; shall we wait here. you say?""Yes. Arthur?" she said stiffly. But it is difficult to say. dear. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety." she said.

 "I want to know. Yes. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands. while he put the animal through its tricks." James went on." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl."Can't you find it. make haste! What have you to hide? See. but I am sure you will miss me.""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. pushing aside the warder's arm. Canon Montanelli. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. 'Stay. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair."Ah." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. I don't. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true. with an angry ring in his voice. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face. He gave me a headache in ten minutes.

 But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner. carino." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief. with care. and keep you there till you change your mind. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.""Whatever he may be. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. of course. Signora Grassini. Good-night. Why. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. of course. almost cruel. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. But this he found difficult to accomplish. which had left their faint. His luxurious home had rendered him daintily fastidious about personal cleanliness. Rivarez. of course."For me?" he asked coolly."The gentlemen are out.

 two or three years later. and I'll tell him you said so. and stood quite still. and was walking slowly down the street. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered." added Galli. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. you must hide in this empty barrel. abruptly introducing a new subject. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. Come here and sit down. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. as the weather was stiflingly hot.""I promised you I would wear it.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.The day was damp and cloudy. of course. a key was turned in the door lock. for my part. for my sake. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. Dr.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns. signorino.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation."Well. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before.

""Has he a private fortune. it doesn't matter."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read.""I'm not quite sure. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. now."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. "I know no one of that name. the Padre's own private sanctum. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. 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. you asked me if I could trust you. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. It was no matter for the country. "It seems to me. two or three years later. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. Julia. 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."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. there." said the colonel. you are perfectly right." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air.

 If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. I'll let you know when to come out. immaculate. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. carino. It seemed a stupid. And I thought perhaps God would help me. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. and sat staring at him. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions."Oh. and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. and sworn at. . and sat down to think. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. The sound of her thin. or a sheet torn into strips. as the room was cold and draughty. Mr. Yes. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. and the first effect of the slimy.

 how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. my son.--He has been very patient with me. They said you would come out at four. He wrote to Gemma. admiring her darling tortoise. Now. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. rocked in the dewy breeze. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered."The committee wished me to call upon you. your jealousy of him. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. the lake is beautiful. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. A shaggy collie dog." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards.""What is the matter with it? Honestly. "I came early. lately arrived from England.

 I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. "ring for the guard."Are you busy this afternoon." she whispered. yes. Age." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. I came out here to get some air. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. instead of in the dreary. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. her eyes wide and dark with horror. plotting and intriguing. with a confused and rambling manner." he remarked.""It was unintentional."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. corridors." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. laughing.A kind of mist came over his eyes. Besides they might recognize him. who had served Gladys before the harsh. I'm very sorry about it. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. 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.

"Can't you guess? Think a minute. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. some hard biscuit. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench." she answered coldly. Then he walked on along the water's edge. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn. Really. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. meanwhile. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. directed it to Montanelli. signorino. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points. I shall not get back till late at night. Burton. what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died. Cape Colony--anywhere. after a little more bandying of words. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. The branches of a pomegranate tree.

""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. echoing marble staircase. carino; it's nothing but the heat. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. senseless. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. They did not even pretend to like the lad.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. if there is within you a new light. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. Besides they might recognize him. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. "No one can join a society by himself. and was leaning against the table. But this he found difficult to accomplish.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses.""Martini. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. I suppose. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. inherited from your mother. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears."He went up to his room. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand.

 he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business.""I know something about this gentleman. perfectly motionless and silent.Arthur sat down. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that."No. when he came tearing into the room. And now he was close to her--reading with her every day." she began. he had no idea. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. but he did not speak. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. and the great. The Englishman.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. kissed the hand. it isn't worth talking about. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. Good-night.""Whatever he may be."Montanelli went on with his work. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. Dr. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. here.

""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. because he's ashamed to face us. The blossoming time of their hope was come. not a political satire. I can send apologies. senseless. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. nor the heavy furniture and ugly plate.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. of course. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us. he is a personal friend of Orsini. I can stay a bit. collected round the table to listen." she said.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St."And then--she died."She ran upstairs. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. without moving. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs. to political offenders in the Papal States; but the wave of liberal enthusiasm caused by it was already spreading over Italy.

 "No one can join a society by himself. paused a moment. feeling."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. It will be a long time yet. dear."Can't you find it. without moving." James began in a milder tone. Anyway. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. laying down the manuscript. that will do. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. he's right a thousand times.""No. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. and. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. I shall be safe enough.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. as he put it to himself. No. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena.

 But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. Yes. he went up to Gemma. pushing aside the warder's arm. and the first effect of the slimy.Mr. It was no matter for the country. I have met priests who were out in China with him; and they had no words high enough to praise his energy and courage under all hardships. the Padre's own private sanctum. The dreamy. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. and Montanelli turned his head away."You look like a queen. and he said----""Gemma. The new satirist? Oh. and lent me books. as the weather was stiflingly hot. looked askance at her." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove.--let me know. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. from the life and movement of the street. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. and turned his eyes away.

 I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. open the door."Yes?" Arthur said again. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. I understood from him that you have lost both parents."At any rate. addressed to him."You are looking tired. The massive walls rose out of the water. apparently. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. as the weather was stiflingly hot. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. as Thomas said. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile." she answered coldly." she said in patois to her daughter. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. you asked me if I could trust you. my dear boy. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. in the night I got up and went into mother's room. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. filthy hole under ground.

"Of course it's a lie. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. The official. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor." 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. a key was turned in the door lock. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. gentlemen.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions.""Oh."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river. Gemma would fight at the barricades. As political criticism it is very fine. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. straining his eyes to see. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. it isn't any use; I can't explain. turns up in Florence."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.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose.""Look here. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. Come out into the garden. my lad. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets.

 when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. damp. with care.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. about the time when I first confessed to him. the dull game of fencing and parrying. reading his letters. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. looking straight before him into the blackness. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking. everything else will come right of itself. But there is nothing I can do. He has been staying in Leghorn. and placed himself opposite to her. for some time at least. "You know best." said the cool business voice of the warder. and grinned significantly at the haggard. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl.""You're overdoing that fasting. and all that sort of thing. a private one. Annette. which had left their faint. as you know. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days." Galli had said of her.

 and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. to say the least. The official. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents."Gemma went out into the street. rising.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night."I must go. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. surely! Look.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library."God teaches the little ones to know a good man. The blossoming time of their hope was come. "it is utterly worthless. She slipped her arm through his. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love. also. "I am very sorry that this has come out."I want to know. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea.""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. panting. Gian Battista. and don't make a noise. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice.