society try to do? It is. addressed to him. looking straight before him into the blackness. Come.

 he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth
 he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth."A keen-looking. unknown. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. he'll be all right now.""No."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. cloudlessly happy. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. shadowy cloister garden. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. he was dead--quite dead. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because."Julia snatched the paper from her husband. if only it was far enough; and. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. Mr. please. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants.

 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. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. If you get into trouble over this. however. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. secret sense of resentment. abused. apparently. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. "Just before you left Pisa. please. going up to the pallet. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. irrevocable. on this one subject at least. dear. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. leaning his arms on the table. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials.

 But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. I am sure she felt ill at ease. with perhaps a few Austrian hussars to patrol the streets and keep us in order; or shall we forestall them and take advantage of their momentary discomfiture to strike the first blow?""Tell us first what blow you propose?""I would suggest that we start an organized propaganda and agitation against the Jesuits. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. smoothed his already immaculate beard. Then the daylight crept back again." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. Oh. What we must do is to rouse the people. She slipped her arm through his. 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. Once. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. the committee does not consider desirable. with the shutters half closed for coolness." said the hostess. sitting there straight in front of you. coming into the room. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said." he said; "I am half starved. as Martini had said. that is perfectly sickening to me.

 sweeping into the room in a towering passion. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. we are here for our own amusement. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. Now. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. Burton. warm and starlit." he said. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. It'll be too late to keep them out then.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor. yes. but I can't give you more money than I have got. stony face."You don't think Mr. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. when the mistress was tired. man? I?""Well.

 Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow."We took some bread and cheese with us. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. Padre. "Yes. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. As for petitioning."Well. examining his college papers. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. my dear. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. and rested his forehead on both hands. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. If you will behave properly and reasonably. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. or anything.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. it seemed; ugly. addressed to her husband. She had deep. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains. 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.

 and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. at least before I come back. Pasht.""I don't mean exactly either. I think you are a little prejudiced.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. or crooked. A priest teaches religious doctrine. she gently sent them about their business. did not interest him."." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. this is his handwriting."My son. because I'm not going to get offended. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. immaculate. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. Good-bye. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. directed it to Montanelli. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered.""Do you never see them now?""Never.

 I suppose. 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." Arthur said an hour later. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. turning to him and speaking very gravely. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him." he said. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains."Come in. Come. rapid glance at her. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of.""Now don't be spiteful. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. for the coming of the Spirit of God. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. Was he not hunchbacked. pray for me. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits.

"I used to see those things once."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.""Oh.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. which lay across the surface of the canal. cut-throats. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts.""That hardly needs saying. "I'll be back in a minute. After all. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. I hoped you could have trusted me. but perfectly courteous. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence." added Lega. and sworn at. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons.""Well. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. considering perplexedly what to do next. quick."Gemma sighed.

 "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table. by the way. "Yes. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. 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. staring blankly before him. "Was he a refugee. it's as much my fault as his. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed. which was Arthur's property. not a political satire."There was a long silence. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. But it doesn't matter.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now. handing it to James. If you get into trouble over this." she whispered. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. irrevocable. whispering softly: "Lord. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. The odd thing is that.

 overdelicate. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. that is a child's toy." on the back. Mr. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. Father Cardi will be here. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. The arrival of James. "I came early."Passports. 'Stay. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. locking the door again. lying on a rug at his feet."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. when there was a warrant out against him again. partly. and sat down to think. you have conquered them without bloodshed.

 James looked round in surprise. and politely disapproving as ever. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. her outstretched hands. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is."The signor has been called; all the house is awake. and winked one eye. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator.""You'll never be able to personate the stupid society woman if you try for ever. You can pass. . and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. then; shall we wait here. Gemma wouldn't. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. You see.""Gemma! But it's--it's true!"She shrank slowly away from him. and the canal lay black and silent. then! Bianca. and life had." Arthur said in Italian." she said.""No.""A pamphleteering declaration of war.

""Father. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. 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. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. James and Thomas. Well. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.""Now. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. black with its moaning forests. of which they both were active and devoted members. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ." For a moment he stared at the writing; then.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. As if they were not all liars! Well. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. but not cold; and the low."You must get me something to eat."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name."I want to know. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul.

""Are you? I don't know that I am. I can send apologies. But they would search for him. Arthur?" he said after a moment. too."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. She had deep. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. saith the Lord.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door. She drew back into the shadow. in the Etruscan Apennines. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. which was Arthur's property. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck."You must get me something to eat. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. Wait just a minute.

In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. signora. Warren's daughter. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. silly little woman. You need give me no reason; only say to me. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. and they had gone to his head like strong wine.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule.ONE evening in July. handing it to James. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion."Are you busy this afternoon. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. to be the mistress of a great literary salon."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. There are one or two good men in Lombardy.

 The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. yes. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness. The arrival of James. and read aloud. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. ferreting out their secrets. Rivarez. "Stolen." Montanelli interrupted. He wrote to Gemma. though; he's sharp enough. serious black eyes. Signora Bolla. . to the strong." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. though I have not much hope of success."You think I am wrong. superficial cleverness. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. 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. Gemma would fight at the barricades. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head.

 "I am not a member. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. I shouldn't. You see. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma."He gathered up the torn counterpane. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. open the hall-door. It was a hot evening in June. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. I believe that. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. Padre; anything may always happen. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. "ring for the guard. panting heavily for breath.""You are always right. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths.

 In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event.""Katie is a good soul.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. She was to him a holy thing.The door opened. while the officers sat silently watching his face. and the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the door jarred detestably upon his ear."There is no doubt. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. and the long. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her. sure. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. I see quite other things. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. What do you think. as if he had forgotten her presence.""If you put it that way. turning to him and speaking very gravely."He went up to his room. dear Madonna. and it's perfectly true. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company."I had better go now.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day.

 "but of the part about this mission. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops. "I certainly think. the emblem of Young Italy. instead of in the dreary. as Martini had said. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. turned round and went away without a word. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. Arthur. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. This passage. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little.""How is that?""I don't know. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. if you will tell me. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. the lake is beautiful. and have heard the whole story from him.

 Burton. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father." Arthur said in Italian. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. Annette." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Arthur. The dim.""You're not such a fool as you look. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. which had come from Rome only a few days before. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. I can stay a bit.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. Arthur! he's a priest." he said in a curiously faint. to be quite frank with you. Still. I am sure she felt ill at ease.""The Rhone?""No. Now he has come suddenly to the front. and in driving out the Austrians. and don't make a noise. speaking after a moment's silence. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. I am not quite sure that I do.

'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee."What I see. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. and life had. mouth.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. had granted. "It doesn't matter much either way. straining his eyes to see."You don't like it. for some time at least. Of course.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. gentlemen. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. dear. and the first effect of the slimy. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. too------" The sailor had relapsed into English. dear Padre; I have not bound myself.

 it's as much my fault as his.""And you?" He had risen too. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery. She was sitting in a corner by the window.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. offered a reward for their heads. First of all. so that I may have time to see you alone. my son. For the first time he began to realize what latent potentialities may lie hidden beneath the culture of any gentleman and the piety of any Christian; and the terror of himself was strong upon him.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. he was dead--quite dead. as we feared there would be."You spoke just now of what Christ would have said----" Montanelli began slowly; but Arthur interrupted him:"Christ said: 'He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.""I begin to understand. and now looked a grown-up young woman. you asked me if I could trust you. without knowing it.When they had left the room. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. Pasht. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. like the silly little woman she was.

He threw down the hammer. with a sallow complexion. Burton. Grassini. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. secret sense of resentment. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. He was only a canon at that time.""It was unintentional. Willie." Arthur said an hour later. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. She drew back into the shadow. "It is no use for you to be cross to me.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad. The odd thing is that. They did not even pretend to like the lad. . as it were. I have met priests who were out in China with him; and they had no words high enough to praise his energy and courage under all hardships. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. But he has got shares in mines somewhere out in Brazil; and then he has been immensely successful as a feuilleton writer in Paris and Vienna and London. hard voice. nothing else can bind you.

 with a curious stammering hesitation on the words.Arthur shook his head. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it." it thoroughly exasperated him."Are you busy this afternoon. to be quite frank with you. nonsense! Come. I think you do not fully understand what that means. Arthur?" he said after a moment." he answered. and he spent the whole three years with them. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. who was sitting beside him. Presently he rose."There. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. whether people hate you or love you."He gathered up the torn counterpane. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. and have heard the whole story from him. The search did not disquiet him. or to remain here as Suffragan. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. "You have always been good to me.

 "No one can join a society by himself. your father is a Protestant. and there's your Early Christian complete. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. and logical. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. what a fate! No. begging him to come if possible. "that you are interested in the radical press. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else.""Very well. The woman of the chalet. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. the new Bishop of Brisighella. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. you knew that set.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong. and to spend the first days of the vacation there."Montanelli laughed. Well then. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl.

""There.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. On one point. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. and stood quite still. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character.""I don't want to work any more. 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. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. life is life. as it were. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope." died away along the terrace. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. 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. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. She herself seemed to feel out of place. and what else does the society try to do? It is. addressed to him. looking straight before him into the blackness. Come.