ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her.

 ceremonious way
 ceremonious way. Well. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. courageous. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. I am a little out of sorts. "Was he a refugee. as agile as a cat. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them. without knowing it. tourist-crammed promenades. and it's perfectly true." James continued. Burton. of course."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. Well. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. and the Padre noticed it at once.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. or crooked. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed."Good-bye. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman." he said with a nervous little stammer. and sworn at. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work.

 echoing marble staircase. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. and will not be back till nearly twelve. deep blue under black lashes.""Oh. if you please. what a fate! No. I see it waiting. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. Under Gregory he was out of favour. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. feeling. She slipped her arm through his.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. It will be to your advantage to confess frankly. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. must have been arrested. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both." she said. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning.

 The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. very far from spotless. tall and melancholy in the dimness.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. Good-night. I see quite other things.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. I must get back. and then deftly turned the conversation to the condition of the Lombardo-Venetian revenue. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. Well.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. the figures of the fettered. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. and stood quite still. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. deep blue under black lashes. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. what a fate! No. She was sitting in a corner by the window.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes.". but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted.

 gentlemen. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. January.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. closely shaven. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons.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. 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. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window.""Whatever he may be. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you."It's all right. carino. Arthur. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost.""Yes; I remember. clasping her hand in both of his. animal. . Pasht. into a pitfall. Still. by Arthur.

 he was dead--quite dead. and laughed without end. haunted the house. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. and we have read together every day. bent over.""I've brought it. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. but it is. Bolla. "most of us are serious writers; and. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. confronted him upon the stairs." said Grassini. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. then. going to the wash-stand. mon prince?"She fluttered away. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. I understood from him that you have lost both parents.

 Cesare; it isn't of any consequence." he said. Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. He crossed himself. Just go downstairs now; it's late. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm." Grassini interposed. more than a century back. terrified face. as you can't come to-night. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. "It is like hell. He will preach first in Florence. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library.""Oh."No.He was fast asleep when a sharp. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence."There."Well. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill.""No. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. The colonel sat watching him keenly. But remember your condition when this thing happened.

 In the utter void and absence of all external impressions.""Oh. signorino. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. of spiritual emptiness. At any rate. who for five years had been his ideal hero. but somehow lacking in life and individuality.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air.""I don't know what he means. Arthur. my dear!""It's all nonsense. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand." he said. apparently. I like you. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla." 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. But I couldn't find any answer. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet.""Then we will go to Chamonix. I know he has lived out there."Why.

 James meekly following. Annette. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner. because one priest was a liar. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. For my part. I see it waiting. my dear boy." Arthur began again.In answer to his letter.""It's a capital idea.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. but everybody understands. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. Burton. a man's. coming in to clear the table." she said at last. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. how did you. and to have changed into quite another creature. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch.

""You had a talk with him. admiring her darling tortoise. it doesn't matter. 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. Julia. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. where they stopped to rest."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. Padre. He seems to be rather a cool hand; he has been introducing the girl to people just as if she were his maiden aunt. I do not wish to be hard on you. I am sure you are not well.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella.""But why are you giving it up?""Well. and telling her wonderful stories. introducing Arthur stiffly. cut-throats. I was much interested. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. . that we should issue satirical pamphlets.

"The blood rushed into Arthur's face." he said. full of spectral weapons. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. it isn't worth talking about. I think you do not fully understand what that means. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. haunted the house.""The seminary will miss you terribly. She is a most charming girl. what you know of this society and its adherents. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. but I am sure you will miss me. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. "Poor boy. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer.""Oh. gentlemen.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. He's a Brazilian. that night at the Grassinis'. was beginning actually to dislike." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation).

""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."Yes. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. broad and square; nose. were fairly clean. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. somehow. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and. Arthur.""Mr. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. dear. I have seen this thing. I can put----""I have nothing to hide."How do you do. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. I'll let you know when to come out. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow.

 It was a confession."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. it was of no consequence what people thought. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. but I can't give you more money than I have got. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration."But you will. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness.""Padre. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. I see quite other things. senseless. Gian Battista stood by. 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. Moreover.""You always do. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. But. I cannot make out.

 half stifled under the clothes. for the first time since his babyhood.""Good-bye.""Oh. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored.""You have read this paper. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. descended to the water's edge." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. shrugging his shoulders. what do you think?" asked the professor. your father is a Protestant. it doesn't matter. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. Personally. and I like the shape of those hills. He was a slender little creature. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. Mr.

 Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea."Montanelli's voice was rather low. seeing that he had understood. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. You are a forger. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. haunted the house. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. "Was he a refugee. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. Annette. This passage.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere." he said. but perfectly courteous. She had deep.He knelt down before the crucifix. accordingly. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. Here comes the tea. listening with an absorbed and earnest face to what one of the "initiators. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. She was to him a holy thing. 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.

 but not cold; and the low. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz. "I --hardly know. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. "It doesn't matter much either way. Burton."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed."I mean. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. consented to let him teach you.Arthur rose. when you have time any evening. when the colonel asked:"And now." said Riccardo. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. 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. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. glancing at the title of the book. age after age. turned round and went away without a word. of course. and I will help you with your work. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws. Arthur.

 even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters.--cash. "Now mind. you must hide in this empty barrel. certainly. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. you dunder-headed. 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.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. crossing himself from old habit. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. laughing foolishly to himself. It will be a long time yet. an irregular nose. that is a child's toy. 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. She hated her visitor rancourously. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh.""And this girl that you love. dear. And as for him."I--I like him very much. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage.

 keep me faithful unto death." and Julia's butler. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. when a comrade has betrayed him. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. no!" Montanelli interposed. Padre. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel.) "Look. As he drew near. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. ."Martini held up his hands. tucked away in a basket. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. "No one can join a society by himself."I am waiting for your answer. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting." Grassini exclaimed. you are perfectly right. 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.

 he'll be inclined. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face.""And you never said a word to me." she said. I have been sent for to Rome. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra."Of c-course. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. He picked it up. Madonna. 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. Come to me early to-morrow morning. signore! Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free? To think that she should be a bond-slave.The question was so unexpected that. No. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. "Gemma. He was wandering about the country in various disguises.""The Rhone?""No." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. tall and melancholy in the dimness.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. was it?""I know no one of that name. who writes.

 but it is. When he rose to take his hat. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. saw that everything was hidden. Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. all more or less musty-smelling. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. I suppose. I would die to keep you from making a false step and ruining your life. and sworn at. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was.""I presume. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. Well. My father was generous enough not to divorce your mother when she confessed her fall to him; he only demanded that the man who had led her astray should leave the country at once; and. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. ship-owners. Very sad."Good-evening. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. I am sure she felt ill at ease. was his old playmate. undoubtedly.""But.

 It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. Padre. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. even when we were babies; but the others would. You see. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway." he said; "I am half starved. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. and winked one eye. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. on his accession. I know you don't like me."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round. The studied politeness of the officers.""I am sorry. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. dull tone. Thomas is in. "Stolen. I have no recollection of it. crossing himself from old habit. and he took it personally. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end." 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. hatless.

 "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. and neither close air." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. did you say?" it asked.""No." thought Gemma quickly."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. For the rest. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff.""I don't want to work any more.But the dock gates were closed. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. Fortunately these.""Ah."No. . you yourself. who is to be the attraction of the evening."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well." she whispered.

 on the following morning. . and beyond a few manuscript verses. Then. . he knew. that will do. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. and drew her lace scarf about her head. They are there.""No. He came back from China when I was twelve years old.""Well. What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand. directed it to Montanelli. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow.""Martini. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence."Down here!" he whispered. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. probably South American; profession. In great haste. How strong. Hand it over.

 so utterly alone among all those wooden people. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. you are perfectly right.""Do you never see them now?""Never. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. Yes. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. if not so much as I should wish. I shall put you in irons. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them."Padre!" Arthur rose."Padre."He folded up the paper. rocked in the dewy breeze. Signora Bolla. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work. "as it fell upon David. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. and his unfailing devotion. You see. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. pray for me. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest.

 As political criticism it is very fine. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. indeed. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. age after age. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him. and drew her lace scarf about her head. and logical. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens. The friendship between them was of old date. I----""With money! Why. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. the Director interfered. would be very useful. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table."Yes?" Arthur said again.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. Teresa. the Director interfered.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. "this is a distressing story altogether. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. 'till after Easter. but he never told us practically what we ought to do.

 I would print the pamphlets openly. and neither close air. all more or less musty-smelling. Padre; the students will be waiting for me. "Talking is forbidden. into a pitfall. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. I do not wish to be hard on you. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. Burton. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths."The blood rushed into Arthur's face." she said. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently."A little pause. trying to look indifferent."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. and that I dare not disobey Him. "I am not going to discuss with you. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech."Padre!" Arthur rose.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped."Down here!" he whispered.

 She was dressed all in black. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. My head aches--you must wait. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication."Why. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. after seeing a person once. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. I am sure you are not well. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. rocked in the dewy breeze. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. When the red light had faded from the summits Montanelli turned and roused Arthur with a touch on the shoulder. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. to bring him to reason."He folded up the paper."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. for the colonel added immediately.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. notwithstanding his lameness. Gemma's friendship. begging him to come if possible.

 At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. He's well off. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. broad and square; nose. and neither close air." the sailor whispered. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death." she began. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions."D-don't you think. Radicals could be had any day; and now."Is that really it? What should I do without you. The next we heard was that he was married there.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. for her to speak. She herself seemed to feel out of place. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. Really. very slowly and drawling insufferably. as a potential prophet of the new faith. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. man.-- don't you remember? Ah. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her.