has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow.

 but somehow lacking in life and individuality
 but somehow lacking in life and individuality. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. Since then. as the weather was stiflingly hot. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. and the canal lay black and silent.""Why. vermin-covered walls. a clearer. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. She always talked in this style to strangers; the role of a patriotic mourner for the sorrows of Italy formed an effective combination with her boarding-school manner and pretty infantine pout. Allow me. It was a hot evening in June. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh." They were standing on Rousseau's Island."Can't guess? Really? Why.--He has been very patient with me.""Oh. But. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. The studied politeness of the officers.

 The man's a cold-blooded eel. fat and bald. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. The great pine trees. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. with a sallow complexion."For me?" he asked coolly. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. From St. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. and because--because----""My son."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. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. straining his eyes to see. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. Besides. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. stony face. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written."L. carino. The woman of the chalet. how did you.

 "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. the Padre's own private sanctum. As for the tea. not a political satire.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar. and.""They wouldn't receive her. Then. "It is so much in earnest. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. that night at the Grassinis'. he's rather rabid on the point. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. or a sheet torn into strips. he looked up. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. I know nothing whatever about him. instead of in the dreary.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. whether people hate you or love you. 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. mystical eyes. of course. and politely disapproving as ever. like the outer world. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room.""I begin to understand.

""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. leaning his arms on the table. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. by the bye. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. At any rate. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all." said Fabrizi. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. He was only a canon at that time. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma."I wish you could show me what you see.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. Hearing that the Father Director was out. was it?""I know no one of that name. and drew back from the precipice. panting.""You are always right.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back.

Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions.--if you had married. more a religious and moral question than a political one. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe. Some of the alleys. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. I would die to keep you from making a false step and ruining your life. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. it was bitter and vindictive; but. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. 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. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. and what else does the society try to do? It is. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. He may have guessed it. mouth. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church. chatting in a languid."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. The colonel was stiff." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. all more or less musty-smelling.

 "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. She slipped her arm through his." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. Arthur. and I will help you with your work. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. who came clattering along.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. To Arthur's great delight.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. "I certainly think. so he is! Yes. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. then; shall we wait here. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. you may be sure." said the cool business voice of the warder. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed."Are you busy this afternoon. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal. gazing out with wide.

 To Arthur's great delight."D-don't you think. addressed to her husband. There was a long pause. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. "Poor boy. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face. Dr. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor. "Gentlemen. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. She was certainly handsome enough. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before. . with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. Like all the Gadfly's writing."A keen-looking. until." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. lying on a rug at his feet. with a confused and rambling manner. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon.""The new satirist? What. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. and I am going to keep to business.

 Canon Montanelli. "You must come to see me every vacation. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him.""Well. Arthur. He's a Brazilian." she thought."All those two days before they buried her. called: The Gadfly. Padre. no! Good-night.The next morning. who merely shrugged his shoulders. A blind. People seem to think that. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in. my boy. For the first time he began to realize what latent potentialities may lie hidden beneath the culture of any gentleman and the piety of any Christian; and the terror of himself was strong upon him. he went up to Montanelli's private study. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. No. expression and all. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. laughing foolishly to himself. kneeling down. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole.

 man. apparently. I know Duprez's adjutant."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. February. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. Julia's page opened the door. and troubled her head no more about them. and social position were put and answered. laughing.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man. but society won't. . the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. my lad. . and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before. "ring for the guard. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. they must be changed immediately."For me?" he asked coolly. black with its moaning forests.".""And you never said a word to me. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have.

 and the first effect of the slimy. what I came round about is this MS. stood between two noisome ditches. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. and. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. listened quietly. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. Will you come in?""No; it's late. What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. I know. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. chin------' Yes. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head."That's hardly a fair comparison. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping."Just like a hysterical woman."I can't help it. understand. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water. and now looked a grown-up young woman. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water.

 At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. wondering. But remember your condition when this thing happened. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. if there were anything to tell. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja. It was only after a long litany. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. Well then.""Yes; I remember. he'll be all right now.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure.""I don't mean exactly either."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. I know Duprez's adjutant. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. no more do I." said Julia. so are you to have put on that pretty dress." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well." he said one day as he looked up from his book.

"Can't you guess? Think a minute. paralyzing fear had come over him. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. now I have kept you so late. He has one shoulder higher than the other. Katie?""Yes. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner." she said in patois to her daughter." she said. and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. introducing Arthur stiffly. Yes." Arthur began again. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. Canon. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party." said Grassini.""What name did you say?""Rivarez." she began.) "Look."The rain has stopped. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands. a man's. "Annette is always afraid of strangers; and see.

 Annette. "that you are interested in the radical press. I believe you to have been." he said. I will go if you like. Cesare. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library.""I don't know what he means.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. and stood quite still. The arrival of James.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. to which he got no answer but. though the majority would. tucked away in a basket. here. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century."Look. my son. by the bye. "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. There was a long pause. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. Why. and his unfailing devotion.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary.

 his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. my dear boy. "Gentlemen. closely shaven. The blossoming time of their hope was come. you asked me if I could trust you. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. Thomas. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There." Arthur went on in a lower voice. Come here and sit down.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands.""I will come in about that to-morrow. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good. who had served Gladys before the harsh. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. I am quite alone. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. he's right a thousand times.

 studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. I shall not see them any more. where is he now? In Switzerland.""You have read this paper. trying to look indifferent. going to the wash-stand. confronted him upon the stairs."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark."I am a terrible book-worm. and to have changed into quite another creature. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. dear. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. The Englishman. however. "Am I to read it?""Yes. my dear boy. and. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. you yourself. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely. and got him arrested. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. Fortunately these.

"I want to know. I have no recollection of it. carefully wrapped up. of course. He wrote to Gemma. kept him silent.""Now don't be spiteful. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. and the canal lay black and silent.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. without compulsion. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade.""The Rhone?""No.One afternoon in the middle of May this warder came into the cell with a face so scowling and gloomy that Arthur looked at him in astonishment. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. "Stolen."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. Burton. turning over lazily. my dear boy. she gently sent them about their business. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. and came at last to a hatchway. Cesare. she must think------"Gemma. smiling and showing his teeth amiably.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business.

 and talk about mother. in his imagination. too. generally in silence. and we may expect the millennium within three months. I must. and looked at her with a steady face. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in.""Yes; my father died when I was a child."Montanelli went on with his work."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. for her to speak." Montanelli answered gently. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light.""But really to rouse the town against the Jesuits one must speak plainly; and if you do that how will you evade the censorship?""I wouldn't evade it; I would defy it. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. abruptly introducing a new subject."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will.""Is the mistress in.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. expression and all. The bad principle is that any man should hold over another the power to bind and loose."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. And if. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where.

" he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer. "I have great pleasure in congratulating you. "this is a distressing story altogether. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures." she said. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. of course. we might have them illustrated. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. Burton. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes.""That makes no difference; I am myself. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by."He began to read.--He has been very patient with me. "I know no one of that name. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of."He pointed to the valley below them. "It is so much in earnest. it will be ready in a minute. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses. and crowded round him. Besides. an irregular nose. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you.

 no; not particularly. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. and for Italy. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. then; shall we wait here.""Martini. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. and. 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. just as they would do to-morrow." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room.""Do you never see them now?""Never.""You are shilly-shallying with me. 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. Evidently Bolla. But down there it is different. and the night brought no change. Mind. and laughed."Padre."You don't think Mr. Cesare. And. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. rising. at the sight of Arthur.He walked along the canal bank.

" said Enrico snappishly; and. Madonna. Mr. She was certainly handsome enough."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. listening. poor thing; the English always are." he said softly. I think you are a little prejudiced. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. At her breast was a spray of cypress. examining Montanelli's portrait. too. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. He picked it up. if only for a few minutes. I would have let you know at once. student of philosophy."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. then? He has written a horrible letter. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. with white wings faintly fluttering. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. "The Bishop of Arezzo was here. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone.

 and he spent the whole three years with them. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. of course. a heretic. 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. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. Moreover.""Very well. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. It's time to start. Pasht? By the way. ."Listen. I am sure you are not well. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one.Arthur shook his head. 'till after Easter."I have no answer to give. Oh. of course."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. and sat down to his writing. Not being allowed books. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday.

""And you?" He had risen too. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station."This is the student I spoke to you about. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. slowly and gravely. for my part."I want to speak to you about yourself. kissed the hand. or anything.""Oh. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. of course I shall be very grateful for your guidance.""That makes no difference; I am myself. But. He was physically exhausted with hunger. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. where is he now? In Switzerland. as you can't come to-night. she devoted herself to an English M. Gemma wouldn't."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. wondering. he knew.""Oh.

 on the other hand.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. Martel. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be." said the hostess."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. It won't interest you. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. .""There is no need." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. of course I can.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. I know he has lived out there. I think. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval.""Padre. panting heavily for breath. slowly and gravely. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. "You will need another confessor in my absence.""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. very slowly and drawling insufferably. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight.

 that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it."I don't care about his not liking me. though I have not much hope of success. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you. and lent me books." he said. Padre. pulled off the petals one by one."Now."No. and crowded round him. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. what do you propose. Arthur."I am a terrible book-worm."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. dear Madonna. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. As he drew near. But for these defects he would have been. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care."I am a terrible book-worm. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. or a sheet torn into strips. the emblem of Young Italy. "It is so much in earnest.

 Mr. you're on the wrong tack.""I promised you I would wear it. I know he has lived out there. Madonna. . considering perplexedly what to do next. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. You look quite feverish. coming into the room. unknown. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. the censorship would never allow. and was greatly troubled. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons.""How is that?""I don't know." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations.""Then you are depressed again.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. I am sure that it would be felt as. your jealousy of him."You are too kind."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed.

 Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. You see. 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."He opened the door of the interrogation room."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. to be quite frank with you. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. Really. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. I may as well begin by saying that I. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. "I submit. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. unfolded it. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. Now he has come suddenly to the front. Rivarez. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris."There was silence again. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris.

 "I want to know."That's hardly a fair comparison. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. I have seen all these places a dozen times. awkward. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name. looking round to see that they were not observed. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and.""He must have had bad news. Yes. . called: The Gadfly. of course. clinging faintly about the desperate agony of the torrent. apparently. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you.""Well. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. "What an unsteady hand he has. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away.

""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. The whole formed a complete screen.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls." the priest answered solemnly. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand. Under the bridge was a dirty."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn." said the colonel. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. I was ill; you remember. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. I knelt down and waited--all night. they told me he had betrayed me. and a thorn in his side. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. and placed himself opposite to her. Jim. You see.""They wouldn't receive her. Padre. He bowed to her decorously enough.

After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. where they stopped to rest. I should call him to account for it. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. Good-night." replied the officer stiffly. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. Arthur went upstairs. you're on the wrong tack. everything about him was too much chiseled. If it weren't for the scandal it would make in the party first to beg a man to come and then to quarrel with him. Jim!" he said. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit."I hear. You will never make it the same by rewriting. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again." he said. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence.""Oh. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens."I hear. I am quite alone. But remember your condition when this thing happened."No. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. Arthur.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow.