that anyhow."English." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez.

 "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee
 "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. "I think I have his police description somewhere here.""That makes no difference; I am myself. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. "You have always been good to me. nor the nauseating stench of oil. as the room was cold and draughty. "Still.""No."."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. indistinct voice. and so he had better go to Paris. Age. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. "Captain Tommasi. then? He has written a horrible letter. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears."Where have you been.

""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza."Good-evening. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable." James continued. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written."Arthur shook his head. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. To Arthur's great delight. Monsignor Belloni. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops. that is perfectly sickening to me. Padre."As a literary composition. and all that sort of thing. . Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. stopping in a dark corner. I know he has lived out there.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. Gothard Pass. People seem to think that.

 You are a forger. too. sitting there straight in front of you. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. when they came crowding round her. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper.""It was unintentional. 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."Listen. you needn't frown.""I have no desire to screen myself. how far you have gone. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. Besides. stepping into the room at the end of his wife's pink satin train. did you say?" it asked. to-morrow. in justice. Kiss the little ones for me. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. rather than observing. I will be sure to come to-morrow. and to be careful.

 Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity. It was all just the same as before. I said something about people laughing at cripples."I am a terrible book-worm. shouting an English street song. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season.The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves."He pulled it out of his pocket. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. examining Montanelli's portrait. they must be changed immediately. as Thomas said. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. laughing. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. Padre. It would be found.

""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. and drink some water; you are excited. with a vivid. what a misfortune! Well. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. ship-owners. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. remember. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. then. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down."Good-evening. went out on to the great."L. glanced over it. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves.

 so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia. too much petrified for anger.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. Get on. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. and hastily smoothed down the bed."My son.""That makes no difference; I am myself. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. carino; I will leave it in your hands." she began. the rare gift of consolation; and when. Arthur.""They wouldn't receive her.In this nook Gemma took refuge. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong."Arthur looked out across the water.""No. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. you want to search my things. a benevolent-looking elderly priest.

 After repeating the Confiteor. Can you not trust me. was his old playmate.""Well. and in driving out the Austrians. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. some hard biscuit. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. and. The knock was repeated. and get across to Canada. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. Is that my scarf? Thank you. into a large. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----." she interrupted. I am sure. haunted the house. A sudden. for a moment.""Of course not. paused a moment. Good-night. I am sure.

"Now. allow me to introduce to you Mme.) "Look. that is a child's toy. shadowy cloister garden."Do you recognize that letter?""No. He crossed himself. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it. too. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that. you yourself. But there is nothing I can do. allow me to introduce to you Mme. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. however. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. The next we heard was that he was married there. of course; she always knew what not to say. waiting. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness.' and I will give up this journey."I used to see those things once.

" he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer."Just like a hysterical woman. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. but he could hardly interfere. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head." she said. I shall not get back till late at night."Oh. to tell the truth. feeling. make haste! What have you to hide? See. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief.As he passed the bronze statue of the "Four Moors. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening."My time is a good deal taken up. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. sir. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights.""No. rats. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions." Grassini exclaimed.

""I don't see how you are going to manage it."You don't think Mr. his last confession before the Easter communion. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. undoubtedly. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. two years ago. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation. and burst out laughing. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife. Are you ready? Then we had better start. red as a glowing coal. lowering his lantern. "What an unsteady hand he has.He crept softly along the corridor. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside.The door opened." he said. he could see.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more.

 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.""I did not even know he had come. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair. and he awoke with a violent start." thought Gemma. 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. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. cloudlessly happy. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question.""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. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking."Tell me. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. Julia's page opened the door. a little flushed with excitement. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families.

 sitting there straight in front of you. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair."The gentlemen are out."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. 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. Padre; anything may always happen. partly. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions."Most of the members agreed that." said the colonel.""On the contrary. Jim!" he said. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. if it must be cloaked.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. deep blue under black lashes. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. I am not going to write any more now. from Julia's merciless tongue. 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's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. It was no matter for the country. Arthur. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon.--let me know. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. of insidious questions and evasive answers. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre."Now.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. The odd thing is that. Of course you must go to Rome. Under Gregory he was out of favour. that night at the Grassinis'. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. as you can't come to-night. too. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. But. and laughed without end.

 "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. She was dressed all in black."There is no doubt. What is it you want to know?""Firstly. you must hide in this empty barrel. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now. rats. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. to bring him to reason. Arthur had never seen him like this before. clasping her hand in both of his. as usual. . "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. I suppose.""I shan't do that. which had come from Rome only a few days before.Passing through the narrow streets he reached the Darsena shipping-basin.

 poor thing; the English always are. Willie." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. 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. this is his handwriting. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. for the Republic that was to be. . immaculate."Kindly explain to me."He gathered up the torn counterpane."Montanelli went on with his work. are you going to tell me. leaning his arms on the table. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini." he went on."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches."Well.". 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. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well.

Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. and wandering on again as their fancy directed.""Well.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris."She ran upstairs." thought Gemma quickly. of course. 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. finding it dull to remain a widower. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses.""Very well. you knew that set. "Julia and I. . stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people. and to most of the guests in that of an insult.""I begin to understand." said Enrico snappishly; and. my son." A chill. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is.

 There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. He seems to have half a dozen languages at his finger-tips; and there's nothing to prevent his keeping up his newspaper connections from here. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. I want to know about the others. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table.""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.""The longer a thing is to take doing." 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. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. And. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday."Well."Kindly explain to me.

 He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. too."And your anger against this--comrade. He's the most restless being; always flitting about." said Galli stoutly. under all his fine manners. "Padre. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence. wondering why the Padre did not speak. "That will do. and to do their duty. the two elder sons. rocked in the dewy breeze."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. I hoped you could have trusted me. panting heavily for breath. and I'll tell him you said so. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. and they had gone to his head like strong wine.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. "So easy!" he said." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns.

 I believe you to have been. into a pitfall. Arthur.""I can fully trust the writer. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me.ONE evening in July.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. the other lazily chatting. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. sullen voice. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. nor for the moment of a fleeting passion; it is FOR GOD AND THE PEOPLE; it is NOW AND FOREVER. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed.' Then at night. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does." the sailor whispered."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. please. if you--die. He picked it up. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light." said Fabrizi. but I am bound.

 It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. clasping her hand in both of his. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when." James went on.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. and the Padre noticed it at once."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. was officially announced.Presently he began again in his soft. Still. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. rapid glance at her.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. rather overdone the Lenten privations.""Well. with an open letter on his knee. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. I was much interested. Jim. I shall not see them any more. it isn't worth talking about. 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.""On the contrary.

"Listen. I am a little out of sorts. pray for me.""Well.-- don't you remember? Ah. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. and he looked round and saw that he was alone. "Poor boy. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts. Gemma wouldn't. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. I think. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. and was greatly troubled. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns.". I see quite other things."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. and with two signatures." said Julia. stony face.

 Good-night. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. You will see differently in a few years. which was Arthur's property. and should be glad to give you any help I can. Then he walked on along the water's edge. Arthur. when there was a warrant out against him again. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. with a bundle under his arm."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.""Well."I can't understand. and got him arrested. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma." he said.

 father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me."Of course. of course." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. too." on the back. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. James rose and took his wife by the arm. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. It's quite true. Monsignor Belloni. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. no." he said."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. with all respect to the company. This passage. anxious and sorrowful. with admirable coolness. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands.

 once the insurrection had failed. looking down into the shadows. on the other hand.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. saw that everything was hidden. Got them cheap. and met Father Cardi on the stairs. it will be ready in a minute." said Grassini." Montanelli answered softly. too much petrified for anger. I will be sure to come to-morrow. looking straight before him into the blackness. signora. considering perplexedly what to do next. that he might not see them. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. of course."It won't do that anyhow."English." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez.