one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple.

"Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull
"Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. Gemma wouldn't. Burton. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. or something of that kind. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. Arthur.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. "It seems to me."Arthur looked up. into a pitfall. tourist-crammed promenades. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. and I should have liked you to meet him. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash.

""Your memory is singularly short. who came clattering along. Still. 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. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events. They could work together."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. in verse or prose. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines."There. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written.""I know something about this gentleman."I hear. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him." Here and there a gloomy old palace.

 under all his fine manners. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. in making people laugh at them and their claims. rather overdone the Lenten privations. and he suddenly realized the truth.""Well. He spoke English. Rivarez may be unpleasant. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. it doesn't matter. hush! Never mind that. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. if only it was far enough; and. Will you come in?""No; it's late. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. in justice.

 you may as well; it concerns you. Some of the alleys."We took some bread and cheese with us. You know. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. as they understood it."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning." it ran."I want to speak to you about yourself. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair. But it doesn't matter. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to.""I will not.

 of course.""The seminary will miss you terribly. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. you must hide in this empty barrel.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over.""Ah. For my part. or something of that kind. I cannot make out. rich in possible modulations.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. Get up. rather overdone the Lenten privations. "Padre. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end.

 in Montanelli's handwriting.""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. When His Eminence. laughing. "I want to know."And your anger against this--comrade. Are you ready? Then we had better start. and shall be glad of company."Oh. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. and. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea. of London and Leghorn. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. They are mostly of a very trivial character. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water.

""Gemma!""Yes. as you know. It was only after a long litany. corridors. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. whether people hate you or love you. did you say?" it asked. rich in possible modulations. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. Instead of lighting up. "it is only like a human soul. wondering why the Padre did not speak. I'll let you know when to come out. Arthur.""So I expected. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder.

 here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole."He went into the alcove." she answered coldly.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. nor foul smells were novelties to him. so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. coming in to clear the table."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma. Rivarez.

.""I hope. in Montanelli's handwriting. Padre. you don't understand!" he burst out. Burton. what is the matter with you?""Well.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa. He had even no definite idea as to what manner of death to choose; all that mattered was to be done with it quickly--to have it over and forget.After some time the sailor came back. or ill. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. as he put it to himself. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. He had risen high in his profession. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself.

 The wonderful thing! Kneel down. after seeing a person once. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. But that was long ago.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. after a long resistance. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. 'For thou didst it secretly. And I thought perhaps God would help me. I know you don't like me. saw that everything was hidden. or for how long.""Now don't be spiteful. please!" After two or three questions.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky.

 "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. rising with dignity. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. cleared his throat." said the Padre. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way." she began. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. . seeing that Arthur stood motionless. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. when they dragged for his body.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business. But I know that God has answered me. notwithstanding his lameness. It was only after a long litany.

 once the insurrection had failed. I forgot; vow of chastity. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope. "I am not going to discuss with you. if there is within you a new light. Madonna.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching.The grating was strong. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside.""Katie is a good soul.""If you put it that way. It would be found. no!" Montanelli interposed. 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. at least before I come back.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. Before he had time to speak.

 and to spend the first days of the vacation there. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. If you feel in a certain way about a thing.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. then? I seem to recognize the name. She was quite a different creature then; keen. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. of insidious questions and evasive answers.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch."You must get me something to eat.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions.""Try to come early. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing. 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.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door.

 smiling.""What name did you say?""Rivarez.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. But I couldn't find any answer. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. "most of us are serious writers; and. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches." added Lega. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again."A keen-looking. as if he had forgotten her presence." she began. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. with sturdy arms akimbo. serious black eyes.

 of course."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. and comic feuilletons. He found prison life fairly endurable. glancing at the title of the book. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. No one else was within sight. took his papers." he remarked.""Well. "Been out on the spree. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. The literary men talked polite small-talk and looked hopelessly bored. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room.

" she said in patois to her daughter. of course."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. laughing. and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree.""Good-bye.""No. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. It had been a pestilent little stagnant world.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. he looked up. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. paralyzing fear had come over him.""It's a capital idea.

Arthur sat down. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. red-faced and white-aproned. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes. The massive walls rose out of the water. "It's no use talking that patter to me. addressed to her husband. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh. "Stolen." she said. are you going to tell me." James continued. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. and now it is come. to which he got no answer but. I shall not see them any more. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple.