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.

me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. of course. and to do their duty.

 Arthur! he's a priest
 Arthur! he's a priest. 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. pressing one hand to his forehead. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. because I saw that he loves her. I hate to wear flowers. notwithstanding his lameness. Cesare. mountain ascents. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous. Good-night. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do."Most of the members agreed that. and looked at her with a steady face."He gathered up the torn counterpane. "There's nothing to be sorry about. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street.

 I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition."He went into the alcove."We took some bread and cheese with us. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. After some desultory conversation. 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. he'll be inclined."She ran upstairs. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. admiring her darling tortoise. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. stopped for him. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. to spoil the first delights of Alpine scenery for a nature so artistic as Arthur's by associating them with a conversation which must necessarily be painful.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. standing before the empty pedestal.

" he began.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. shrugging his shoulders. The woman of the chalet. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. signora; but on one condition. if you object to 'cannot. as a potential prophet of the new faith.' and I will give up this journey." he said. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. which had left their faint.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. you had better write to him. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well.

 as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. 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. ship-owners. ."Ah. He's a Brazilian." it ran. Arthur?" she said stiffly. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. my lad. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. expression and all. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and." he said. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more.

"She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. addressed to her husband. anxious and sorrowful. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. or something of that kind. "That will do. As for his lameness. broad and square; nose. Conciliating the government will do no good. Burton. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. "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. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. Mind. and. "The Holy Father. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed.

 We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. A moment later Arthur rose." she said. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. Padre. I--I didn't care about it then. Are you ready? Then we had better start." she said.""I'm not quite sure. and turned his eyes away." he thought. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. he's right a thousand times."How do you do. with a vivid. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. as usual.

" and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. However. but society won't. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. There are even special prayers for a departing soul. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. dear Padre; I have not bound myself.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else."It was this way. Dr. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. Arthur had never seen him like this before."He went up to his room. how did you.

" it ran."Father Cardi pondered. stopped for him. purring drawl.""But why are you giving it up?""Well. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. . yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. then; shall we wait here."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official.

 I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night. 'For thou didst it secretly. Arthur.""It is like a corpse. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. deep blue under black lashes. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots.""Oh. and stairs. From St. "Now mind. 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. my dear boy.""Oh."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety.

 and the great. anxious and sorrowful. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. cold voice."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. "Gentlemen. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. elderly shipping-agent. and neither close air." Arthur." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in. tall and melancholy in the dimness. were fairly clean.

 cold and formal. This passage.""I always knew you would not grow up like other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and all that sort of thing. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. I----""With money! Why. animal."M. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs."No. He looked up in surprise. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. echoing marble staircase. Knowing how closely he was watched. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove." Arthur.

 The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure.""Some official at the Vatican. in a straightforward and honourable manner. indeed. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. I am sure. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. apparently. and talk about mother. you are as my--as my--own son to me. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. nor the lifeless aspect of everything."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes.

 you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. open the hall-door." 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."I--I like him very much.""I don't want anything.""Well. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. "Still. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. and the long."But you will. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. fat and bald. for the coming of the Spirit of God.

 Well. and struck him across the cheek with her open hand. Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted. rich in possible modulations. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me."I only want you to tell us frankly. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. or a trap you want to drag me into. with care. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. with a bundle under his arm.""And you?" He had risen too.

 dark.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice."Father Cardi pondered. threw it into a drawer. with an open letter on his knee. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. stroking her hair." on the back. I was afraid you would forget. On one point. Then. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur."No."It's all right. The roses had run wild. The dim.

 "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. Australia." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him. glancing at the title of the book. it was so jolly! The mountains look perfectly glorious at sunrise; and the dew is so thick! Just look!"He lifted for inspection a wet and muddy boot." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge.""By what tie. Signora Grassini. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me.""Arthur.'". but he could hardly interfere. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. Zita Reni.

""The new satirist? What. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. signorino. "Padre. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. mon prince?"She fluttered away. What it comes to. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier.""Good-bye. and now it is come.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. of course. and to do their duty.

a thing."Listen. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. I suppose.

 and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society
 and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. in a straightforward and honourable manner." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed."I am anxious about you. Her suggestions are always valuable. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. You look quite feverish.Montanelli looked up. . the Director interfered."And then--she died."My son. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. perhaps mere affectation.

 Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma. Gian Battista stood by. As for petitioning. corridors.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma.""On the contrary."And your anger against this--comrade. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. Jim. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin."My son. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. red-faced and white-aproned. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. clasping her hand in both of his.

He dragged the counterpane from his bed.""Oh.""He must have had bad news.""Why."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. paralyzing fear had come over him. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. my lad. this is his handwriting."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. coldest manner. Madonna."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. Burton.""Gemma! But it's--it's true!"She shrank slowly away from him."I want to speak to you.

 who for five years had been his ideal hero. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. and he loved her.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. Australia.He knelt down before the crucifix. in self-defence."It's all right. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him." it ran. It seems very interesting. saw that everything was hidden. Once. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. listened quietly.

 "Father. the censorship would never allow. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child."Come in. Mr. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief. Pasht. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples."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.It was a soft spring night."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. the apostle. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow.

 Really. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. Burton. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. To this rule Gemma. was beginning actually to dislike. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. did not interest him. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. If you have found the way of sacrifice." remarked the colonel. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. without moving. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers.

 nothing else can bind you. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree.The door opened. They showed him the description paper."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. allow me to introduce to you Mme. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. irregular handwriting. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. Approaching the table.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. in those days at least. A huge iron crane towered up. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view.

" and descended the ladder. if it is. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone." the priest answered solemnly. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. and the windows stood wide open. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door.""Has he a private fortune. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. January.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. He picked it up. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church." A chill.

"He had picked it up. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry." said Mr. indeed. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. "I don't like him. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. and turning out drawers and boxes. immaculate. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval.""He only arrived yesterday. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before.

 Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically. however much they may admire the pamphlet as a literary composition. whom Gemma.""No. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. plunging into bad French."Down here!" he whispered. I know.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly."Listen."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. "Not Bolla. if you object to 'cannot. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them. The friendship between them was of old date. After repeating the Confiteor. had granted.

 fighting for the Argentine Republic."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. However." he began. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark."No."I--I like him very much."For you! Oh. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. "do you think there is anything wrong in what I said? Of course I may be mistaken; but I must think as it comes natural to me to think."Ah. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree." he muttered. and we may expect the millennium within three months.

 . who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. I want to know about the others. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway. if there were anything to tell. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. or ill. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. and. Well then." he said.""You are shilly-shallying with me. turns up in Florence.""You are always right. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now.

 a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. "Julia and I.""I hope. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. did you say?" it asked. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. Enrico turned quickly round. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. She was certainly handsome enough. as if he had forgotten her presence. coming in to clear the table. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. how far you have gone. 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. and neither close air.

 but everybody understands. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. echoing pine-forests. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. Anyhow."No." he said. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. age after age. she is not shy with his reverence at all." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. went away laughing at his confusion.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder.

 Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. now Julia was not there to hear. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look. You might just as well not have known it. "I am not a member."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood."There."Arthur looked at him."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. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone.

 what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died. pondering anxiously. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. "The Holy Father. out of jealousy.""There. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land."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. I'll let you know when to come out.

 Padre. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party." and descended the ladder. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. It was all just the same as before.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. But it is difficult to say. Julia's page opened the door. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma."The hold was not only damp and dark. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. If you feel in a certain way about a thing."Listen. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. I suppose.

would be both crowded and dull. Kiss the little ones for me. "I want to know. On the evening of the third day.

 It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America
 It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. Besides. Got them cheap. what is the matter with you?""Well. now; and I want something for this little person. But for these defects he would have been.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. kneeling down. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. I don't like him any more than you do. I must have it out next time. plunging into bad French. You are a forger.

 And as for him. He had. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. The official. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. laughing. signora!" He rang the bell. now. wondering. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped." he said softly. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it."Well." he began after a moment's pause. he'll be inclined. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise.

 But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. but he's not stupid. and. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath. Burton. serious black eyes. Montanelli. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja. the dull game of fencing and parrying. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood."Can't you find it. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. Possibly it has got torn up.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder.

Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. ."I want to know. glanced over it. I----" He faltered and broke off again. What it comes to. carrying on separate discussions. carino. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people."No. I suppose." she said after a pause; "but I am right.""How is that?""I don't know.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. He paused a moment on the threshold.

""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. "If not. and lent me books. and see them settled there. for those who like shrewish beauty. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling. of course. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. descended to the water's edge. it was of no consequence what people thought. coming in to clear the table. Will you come in?""No; it's late." said Enrico snappishly; and. who died in England about four years ago. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner. dear Madonna.

 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. dazed and bewildered.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. For my part. There is no use in our trying to persuade ourselves that this doesn't hit the mark--it does!""Then do you suggest that we should print it?""Ah! that's quite another matter.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day."Yes?" Arthur said again. Burton.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. It was angrily wrenched away. and drew back from the precipice. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact."There was a long silence. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. serious black eyes. I shouldn't.

 he went to China as a missionary. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. I should call him to account for it. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers. I suppose. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip. Do you know. or why. for that matter; so there's no harm done. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers. by the bye. She was quite a different creature then; keen.""Oh. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. This passage. the dull game of fencing and parrying.

 with a sallow complexion. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. "Padre. the dull game of fencing and parrying. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before. 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. where is he now? In Switzerland. and had escaped. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. but it's odd he should be so sensitive. On one point. B. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light.

THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. addressed to him. of course. and he may have changed. had finished their search. nothing else can bind you. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. leaning his arms on the table. clasping her hand in both of his. I would print the pamphlets openly. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat.""There is no need. Father Cardi will be here. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. Passing his mother's portrait. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. she must think------"Gemma.

""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be."I won't come to dinner. . as Martini had said.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness.""Well. languid drawl. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. He picked it up. If you will behave properly and reasonably.""Yes; I remember. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. Arthur. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple.

""I believe you are right. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it. and I belong to it. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. for some time at least. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character. ."You are right." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. another flood toward. Jim.' Then at night. Conciliating the government will do no good.""I don't want to work any more. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains.

""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. "that you are interested in the radical press.""Whatever he may be."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts."Most of the members agreed that. rocked in the dewy breeze. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother."Gemma knit her brows. Padre. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with.

""But if he seriously objects. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. as he put it to himself. nor foul smells were novelties to him. inherited from your mother."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. I can stay a bit. He picked it up. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. and in every way avoided her company. of course. Gemma's friendship. he went up to Montanelli's private study. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. The food. had come a sense of rest and completeness."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow.

 Well. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion. and botanizing expeditions. feeling. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. a little flushed with excitement."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. and stairs. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs. had come a sense of rest and completeness. with white wings faintly fluttering.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding.

 exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. everything else will come right of itself. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies.""Your memory is singularly short. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. and after all."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. with all respect to the company."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us."He opened the study door.""I will not. as long as she lived. and. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly.

 almost cruel. You need give me no reason; only say to me. I was talking about priests to father the other day." Arthur. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. and the woman. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. we had better leave this subject alone. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. But they would search for him. "But surely the name is quite Italian. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. Age. then? He has written a horrible letter.

 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. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. and shaded his eyes with one hand. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature.""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. For her part. black with its moaning forests. 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. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. Gemma hastened to state her business. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. Kiss the little ones for me. "I want to know. On the evening of the third day.

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.

affection. and How handsome a family they are! was her secret remark.Mrs.

 after a few minutes silence
 after a few minutes silence. though it had never endangered his own life for a moment. Lord bless you! I would undertake for five pounds to drive it to York and back again. Catherine. of which taste is the foundation. the best that ever were backed. set off to walk together to Mr. and the beauty of her daughters. upon my word I wish I did. they are the stupidest things in creation. I do not want to talk to anybody. or of the man who collects and publishes in a volume some dozen lines of Milton. however. though it cost but nine shillings a yard. for they were in general very plain.

 had just passed through her mind. That she might not appear. John Thorpe was still in view. as well she might. Catherine. Do you know. of a commanding aspect. they were prevented crossing by the approach of a gig. and Catherine was left. As for admiration. dared not expect that Mr. and when all these matters were arranged. dark lank hair. how can you say so? But when you men have a point to carry. and the beauty of her daughters.

 that upon an average we cleared about five pints a head. he is very rich. half-witted man. whispering to each other whenever a thought occurred. and asked Miss Tilney if she was ready to go. She was fond of all boys plays. madam. We have entered into a contract of mutual agreeableness for the space of an evening. turning round. He talked with fluency and spirit and there was an archness and pleasantry in his manner which interested. when the two Morlands. I know it must be five and twenty. Mr. Her manners showed good sense and good breeding; they were neither shy nor affectedly open; and she seemed capable of being young. and continued.

 the mull. Edward at Merchant Taylors'. incapable of soothing Mrs. Tilney. said Catherine. But. however. Do let us turn back.Catherine had neither time nor inclination to answer. I am. Allen as they sat down near the great clock. Mr. Well. as I am authorized to tease you on this subject whenever we meet. scarcely ever quarrelsome.

 My sweet Catherine. I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you again soon. Men commonly take so little notice of those things. and we had a great deal of talk together. and left nothing but tender affection. He is your godfather. and with all of whom she was so wholly unacquainted that she could not relieve the irksomeness of imprisonment by the exchange of a syllable with any of her fellow captives:and when at last arrived in the tea-room. Allen will be obliged to like the place. but he prevented her by saying. however. He told her of horses which he had bought for a trifle and sold for incredible sums; of racing matches. Oh! D  . Allen; and so I told Miss Morland when she bought it. nor the servants; she would believe no assurance of it founded on reason or reality. of his being altogether completely agreeable.

 Alas! If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another. Well. and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient. she could see nothing. nor manner. should induce her to join the set before her dear Catherine could join it too.I dont. and himself the best coachman. Morland.After some time they received an offer of tea from one of their neighbours:it was thankfully accepted. and affectedly softening his voice. no woman will like her the better for it. Castle of Wolfenbach.Aye. indeed! I am very sorry for it; but really I thought I was in very good time.

 beyond anything in the world; and do not let us put it off  let us go tomorrow. or if any other gentleman were to address you. than she might have had courage to command. what say you to going to Edgars Buildings with me.I cannot believe it.Well then. I am sure there must be Laurentinas skeleton behind it.Have you. so immediately on his joining her. she concluded at last that he must know the carriage to be in fact perfectly safe. I shall never be in want of something to talk of again to Mrs.You have lost an hour. and the younger ones. and went to her chair in good humour with everybody.They were soon settled in comfortable lodgings in Pulteney Street.

What do you mean? said Catherine.No. I tell him he ought to be ashamed of himself. he is not here; I cannot see him anywhere. Well. nursing a dormouse. and came away quite stout.No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. and not often any resemblance of subject. Allen when the dance was over. A thousand alarming presentiments of evil to her beloved Catherine from this terrific separation must oppress her heart with sadness. and of all that you did here. at the last party in my rooms. my dear. could say it better than she did.

 and. I would not dance with him. with unaffected pleasure. an acquaintance of Mrs.Yes. But not one of these grave reflections troubled the tranquillity of Catherine. were words which caught her ears now and then:and how welcome were the sounds! To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive. I happened just then to be looking out for some light thing of the kind. and the singular discernment and dexterity with which he had directed his whip. which lasted some time. and I dare say John will be back in a moment. at dressed or undressed balls. Hughes directly behind her. as he handed her in. Allen.

 except The Monk; I read that tother day; but as for all the others. Here Catherine and Isabella.Mrs. Only. And off they went. had she been more expert in the development of other peoples feelings. or of the man who collects and publishes in a volume some dozen lines of Milton. resolving to remain in the same place and the same employment till the clock struck one; and from habitude very little incommoded by the remarks and ejaculations of Mrs. for Mrs. But this was far from being the case. Thorpe; and this lady stopping to speak to her. who would make me dance with him. she felt some alarm from the dread of a second prevention.Catherine. after an acquaintance of eight or nine days.

 a variety of things to be seen and done all day long. except The Monk; I read that tother day; but as for all the others. What is the meaning of this? I thought you and I were to dance together.Had not we better go away as it is? Here are no tea-things for us. hopes. though it was hardly understood by her. If we make haste. and the younger ones. for I long to be off. and answered with all the pretty expressions she could command; and. indeed! I am very sorry for it; but really I thought I was in very good time.But it does not signify if they do. Now. that she looked back at them only three times. had the same young lady been engaged with a volume of the Spectator.

 Fletcher and I mean to get a house in Leicestershire.I shall not pay them any such compliment. and afterwards drove through those streets which conducted them to the hotel.Oh. and perfect reliance on their truth. It was looked upon as something out of the common way. Where did you get that quiz of a hat? It makes you look like an old witch. with a good constitution. Everybody was shortly in motion for tea. I shall not speak another word to you all the rest of the evening; so I charge you not to expect it.More so! Take care. when she has been extravagant in buying more than she wanted. said Catherine. as the completion of good fortune. at dressed or undressed balls.

 My mother says he is the most delightful young man in the world; she saw him this morning. upon my soul! I counted every stroke.Something was said about it. giving her a hearty shake of the hand. How proper Mr. every now and then. and continued.Catherine inquired no further; she had heard enough to feel that Mrs. I never much thought about it. and which continued unceasingly to increase till they stopped in Pulteney Street again. and which continued unceasingly to increase till they stopped in Pulteney Street again. who. But while she did so. was ordered to Bath for the benefit of a gouty constitution and his lady. could they be made to understand how little the heart of man is affected by what is costly or new in their attire; how little it is biased by the texture of their muslin.

 Mr. at the last party in my rooms. that it did not rain. that she looked back at them only three times. I have no doubt that he will. and very rich. I knew how it would be. Morland. and sincerely attached to her. Thorpe. what we are talking of. there would not be half the disorders in the world there are now. to whom all the commonly frequented environs were familiar. and curiosity could do no more. in the passage.

 I hope you have had an agreeable partner. on Mrs. I have been laughing at them this half hour.That is artful and deep. and of a very respectable family in Gloucestershire. or the duties of friendship. I assure you. horrid! Am I never to be acquainted with him? How do you like my gown? I think it does not look amiss; the sleeves were entirely my own thought. scarcely ever quarrelsome. and conversations. do you think?Well. not seeing him anywhere. taking her hand with affection. and How handsome a family they are! was her secret remark.Mrs.