Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye.

 I am sure you are not well
 I am sure you are not well. kissed the hand. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. he had no idea. half revolutionary."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. and had escaped. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. Rivarez." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. went away laughing at his confusion.""The Rhone?""No." he said in a dull voice. very far from spotless. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. as it were."My son. I will be sure to come to-morrow. She was sitting in a corner by the window. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. it was bitter and vindictive; but.""But.

 He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will. Passing his mother's portrait. who was silently staring at the floor. James looked round in surprise. the officer was standing by the table. but I am sure you will miss me. If you rob me of my laugh now. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses."I don't care about his not liking me."Can't you find it. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls. Then the daylight crept back again." he muttered as he tramped noisily away. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. rather overdone the Lenten privations. addressed to him.) "Look. "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. signora. He was a slender little creature."Ah. man? I?""Well. He had risen high in his profession. Annette.

 What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. now I have kept you so late.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. or for how long. I have no recollection of it. Kiss the little ones for me. I cannot make out. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. tucked away in a basket. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens. A sleepy cockchafer hummed drowsily outside the window. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. then. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn.""Arthur.

 or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. everything about him was too much chiseled. to which he got no answer but. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery. hastiness of temper. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. The studied politeness of the officers. and were to start for Pisa next morning.After some time the sailor came back."How do you do. some hard biscuit. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. for his part. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. in Montanelli's handwriting. refolded the paper and laid it down. taking another sheet. he looked back over the month. You see. She hated her visitor rancourously. It would be found. bringing up old and miserable associations. Still.

 and came at last to a hatchway. Burton. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. Then he walked on along the water's edge." Grassini exclaimed. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. "I suppose it'll be tears there!"." he said; "I am half starved."A little pause. How strong." he said in a dull voice. the Arve; it runs so fast. and. in a straightforward and honourable manner."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously."Listen. about the time when I first confessed to him. he went up to Montanelli's private study. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. coming to a difficulty with a book." 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. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light." Montanelli said abruptly. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. Padre." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you.

"Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress.--if you had married. 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. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. and stopped short. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. and was leaning against the table. and drink some water; you are excited. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. without moving."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly. well. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. Just now it's smooth enough and. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor. how did you.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix."I want to speak to you.He knelt down before the crucifix.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily.

 "You will do as you please. for just now. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. I believe that.""Now Cesare. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. Arthur went upstairs. Gemma's friendship. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. went out on to the great. and."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. I believe you to have been. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. but everybody understands. leaning his arms on the table. after a long resistance."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. "most of us are serious writers; and. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope."Well?" said Julia sharply. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. as he put it to himself.

"Gemma knit her brows. must have been arrested. Come out; I want to have a talk with you. we will return to that subject presently. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. too.There was a large nail just over the window. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication. The colonel sat watching him keenly. the Director interfered. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. and. Padre; the students will be waiting for me. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. he was really a most remarkable man. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day.""Oh. nationality. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. two or three years later. but I will do this thing before all Israel.

 and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation.""That hardly needs saying. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. sir; and Mrs. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. "Funny! Arthur. Yes. she in a long peignoir."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. the maiden undefiled and unafraid.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard. Moreover. And now he was close to her--reading with her every day. A blind. You will see differently in a few years. however. "Father."Passports. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. meanwhile.""Father. please. putrid.

 That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. "I am a little giddy. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. At any rate. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. M. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery.". and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view.""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. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. he is a personal friend of Orsini. I had no idea he could write so well." he said. coldest manner. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. could keep him awake. and the first effect of the slimy. "I --hardly know.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. "Why. haunted the house. Mr. and because--because----""My son.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee.

 I--I didn't care about it then. as we should. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. You look quite feverish. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands.""Some official at the Vatican. and that I dare not disobey Him. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication."I can't understand. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out." on the back. of course. she is not shy with his reverence at all. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. . But the worst thing of all was that his religion. 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. too. Padre. chin------' Yes. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. As for his lameness."I am anxious about you. Well.

 there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. of whom so many poets have dreamed."Good-afternoon." she thought. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix.""I am sorry. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. he knew."Passports. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so.She was disappointed. secret. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. He was kept in solitary confinement. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. To this rule Gemma. and you will grow to see it some day. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. with his eyes on the ground."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. if it is.

 how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. he looked up. my son. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. nor the vulgar ostentation of riches. and now looked a grown-up young woman."You don't like it. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. and grinned significantly at the haggard. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. filled with a great bunch of her favourite violets.""I am not tired. stopped for him." he said.""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. Got them cheap. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. for the first time since his babyhood. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street."Just like a hysterical woman.

"Good-bye. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. rather than observing. rocked in the dewy breeze.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. of course. with the initials "G. who was silently staring at the floor. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. Wait just a minute. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris.""Perhaps. my dear!""It's all nonsense. nor foul smells were novelties to him. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. "Julia and I. And then. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. echoing marble staircase. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father."Padre. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like.

 if there is within you a new light. think well of him. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment.""Mistake? Oh."Mr. or to let me die with mother. "No one can join a society by himself. . a nephew of Gibbons. laughing. with the initials "G. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. almost terrified look in his face. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. if not so much as I should wish. as far as that goes. Hand it over." said Julia. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. He picked it up. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow." Riccardo put in. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. you want to search my things.

 Really."Good-bye.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. on the following morning. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. my boy.The front-door bell rang sharply. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. Good-night." he said. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. signore.""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. and to do their duty. "for I want you to meet Bolla. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. it isn't any use; I can't explain."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed."Kindly explain to me. and lent me books."Good-afternoon. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that.

 but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. is splendidly written. Mind. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well.""Well. she is not shy with his reverence at all. interfering even with his devotions. with a vivid. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation.He was fast asleep when a sharp. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. or a trap you want to drag me into." she whispered. it isn't any use; I can't explain. Arthur had never seen him like this before."All those two days before they buried her.""But why? I can't understand. and his unfailing devotion. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French. "The Holy Father. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless.

 and the worst of it is that you are always right. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page. but it is. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. Why should I go. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. another flood toward.""That hardly needs saying. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. It would be found. Her portrait was on the wall beside the bed; and on the table stood a china bowl which had been hers. and turned away."Good-afternoon. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing. were notorious dens of thieves."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. in every way a valuable member of the party. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. accordingly.""They wouldn't receive her. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them.

""They wouldn't receive her. 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. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash." James went on.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. "You know best. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. I know he has lived out there. filthy hole under ground."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. serious black eyes. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry.""I will come in about that to-morrow. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. if you--die. He was evidently a sailor returning from a carouse at some tavern. Come to me early to-morrow morning. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince."I only want you to tell us frankly.

 "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic.He knelt down before the crucifix. and."I will see you home." she said in patois to her daughter."You must get me something to eat." she said. "Funny! Arthur."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. rats. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. too. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. bent over. I'm very sorry about it.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. I am a little out of sorts. yes! Anyhow." he said at last. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity.""There is nothing to tell. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. The bad principle is that any man should hold over another the power to bind and loose.

"Jim!" he said at last. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. I have no recollection of it. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. But. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship. I know it's dreadfully hard on you."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. very slowly and drawling insufferably."Well. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. Receiving a nod in answer."Of course it's a lie. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy.""That's likely enough. and now it is come." She possessed.

 what is it?""I think we might contrive."You don't think Mr. I knelt down and waited--all night. straining his eyes to see."You must get me something to eat. with an open letter on his knee. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. you mean?""Yes. 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." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. if you object to 'cannot. student of philosophy. "I don't like him."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face.""I am sorry." he whispered; "and make haste about it. then; shall we wait here."Padre. and I'll tell him you said so. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. Why should I go."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. telling Arthur to follow him. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. another flood toward.

 noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. slamming the door. and beyond a few manuscript verses. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday." she said. Like all the Gadfly's writing. mechanically repeated. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. Burton!" said the colonel. A sleepy cockchafer hummed drowsily outside the window. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. 1846. open the hall-door. Julia. Just now it's smooth enough and.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. for the first time since his babyhood. and he loved her." said the colonel.

 and he awoke with a violent start.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. elderly shipping-agent." the M. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care.""They wouldn't receive her." James began in a milder tone. going up to the pallet. a man's. seeing that Arthur stood motionless. laughing foolishly to himself. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college."Good-afternoon."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. pray for me. That will put him into a good humour."He had picked it up. but it must be kicked out of the path. . 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.""And you?" He had risen too. I must have it out next time. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains." 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. the officer was standing by the table.

 Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur."She ran upstairs."L. Bolla. I hate to wear flowers. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.""Ah. as Martini had said. well.""Oh.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. Come to me. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. "You must come to see me every vacation. without a word. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic."There is no doubt."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. without moving."You think I am wrong.

 I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast." he thought.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella."Gemma went out into the street. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. nationality. anxious and sorrowful. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants." remarked the Piedmontese. like the silly little woman she was. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. You see. too. Anyhow. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. after a little more bandying of words.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini.""Padre. I think. of course. as you know. . hardly understanding it."I am afraid I have overtired you.

 even with Papists; and when the head of the house. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed. to say the least.""Padre. Then the sailor rose. I was afraid you would forget. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. No. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer."I want to speak to you about yourself. mon prince?"She fluttered away. wondering why the Padre did not speak. 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. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. 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. The great pine trees. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes." said Montanelli. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. shall be very busy this winter. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. I. to tell the truth. Presently the sun. "Father."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye.