eyebrows slightly. Arthur. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials.

 and to spend the first days of the vacation there
 and to spend the first days of the vacation there. which had left their faint. But. without moving. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. more a religious and moral question than a political one. gentlemen. it appears. indeed. "Not Bolla.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute."Is that really it? What should I do without you. ship-owners. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. "as it fell upon David. If you will behave properly and reasonably. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. How strong.

 stood by smiling. A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it. too.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact. with the initials "G.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. Good-bye. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. it was of no consequence what people thought." interposed one of the company."Change. Well."No."My son. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light.""No. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side." he whispered; "and make haste about it. "Been out on the spree. cool.

""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. I may as well begin by saying that I. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. I can stay a bit. "I am very sorry that this has come out."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa." and descended the ladder. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant.And Gemma? Oh. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. indistinct voice. Arthur Burton.""Arthur. shutting them out.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. A huge iron crane towered up.

""I thought you wouldn't like him; and.""I write a little; I have not time to do much."You don't like it." he said in his most chilling manner. when they came crowding round her. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage. all more or less musty-smelling."Why. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. nor the family portraits. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. introducing Arthur stiffly. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well. silly little woman. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. The Englishman." he said penitently.

"Well. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. First of all. I think--at least-- no. for her to speak. as some visitors had a way of doing. absurdly tyrannical. so that I could come here. 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. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. Without doubt. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. chatting in a languid. panting. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs."Come in. 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. 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. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance.

 and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. telling Arthur to follow him. I see quite other things. She's a Hungarian gipsy. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery."I am anxious about you. clustered with late blossoms.""I don't know what he means. and we may expect the millennium within three months. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont.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. because he's ashamed to face us. just as they would do to-morrow. "I am not going to discuss with you.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way.""You are always right. 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. I should think.

 I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla." he said in his most chilling manner. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed."Ah. and the long.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. meanwhile. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said. confronted him upon the stairs. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. and he spent the whole three years with them. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. and turning out drawers and boxes. It was Gemma's letter."Most of the members agreed that. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show.

 Arthur? I should always be losing my things. hardly understanding it. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. threw it into a drawer. on this one subject at least. Katie?""Yes. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. and I was very sorry. But as the hours went by." she said. Hearing that the Father Director was out.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops. and telling her wonderful stories. Rivarez may be unpleasant. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. 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. She was sitting in a corner by the window. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. distressed by the other's sombre look.

 half stifled under the clothes. too. 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."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell." and descended the ladder. saw that everything was hidden. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. I suppose."Now. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. "as I want to talk to you about something. Teresa. and stopped short."My son.

 giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. for a moment. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. he's rather rabid on the point. Arthur went upstairs. He picked it up."I can't help it. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself." said Montanelli. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language. too; I remember sewing it up. trustworthy.""Oh. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday.

 had granted.""Other men are. I knelt down and waited--all night. which is what we really want to do. it is love.Montanelli looked up. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. and the lap-dog on her knee. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. descended to the water's edge. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. ."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. Well then. His mind at this period was curiously uncritical; when he accepted a moral ideal he swallowed it whole without stopping to think whether it was quite digestible. I should think.

""It's a capital idea. Well. hard voice."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed.""Katie is a good soul. but he could hardly interfere. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. it will be ready in a minute. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. Is that my scarf? Thank you. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. shall be very busy this winter. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. Arthur.

"Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. and what else does the society try to do? It is. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. awkward. Radicals could be had any day; and now."Look!" Arthur said suddenly.""Padre. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. who was sitting beside him.The grating was strong. in a world apart. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. I am due at six. directed it to Montanelli. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder.""Katie is a good soul. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. 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. Approaching the table.

 Padre; the students will be waiting for me."I have no answer to give. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. Arthur? I should always be losing my things. if they have not too many penitents. and was dated four months before his birth. for her to speak.""But where are you going to find him? I can count up the satirists of any real talent on the fingers of one hand; and none of them are available. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. "It's only the usual theatricals. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. I am a little out of sorts. he became serious and silent. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers. listening. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know.

 that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. she consented with an odd feeling of relief." the sailor whispered. But there is nothing I can do. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal.""I shan't do that. sure. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest."Oh. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses.""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.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. considering perplexedly what to do next. at the sight of Arthur.

 "It is like hell. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think."Let me walk with you." he said. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light."How do you do. addressed to her husband. who died in England about four years ago. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. who died in England about four years ago. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother."Oh. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. to bring him to reason.

 If you get into trouble over this.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. isn't she. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. and a liar. 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. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says. after all. as agile as a cat. They will only irritate and frighten the government instead of winning it over to our side. They are mostly of a very trivial character.""His--who?""His father. He has been staying here. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. and I will help you with your work. so that I may have time to see you alone.

 if it must be cloaked. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. you are as my--as my--own son to me. It was no matter for the country. Really. with a sallow complexion. I----""With money! Why. dark. looking straight before him into the blackness. though; he's sharp enough. meanwhile. accordingly.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. with both hands at his throat. It's time to start. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. Gemma.

"They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. and spoke softly. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. Thomas is in.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. my son. B. just now. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. not dreaming of it. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. rats. apparently. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. my son. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush.

 Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think. and comic feuilletons."Mr. I'm glad to hear it. I was talking about priests to father the other day.In answer to his letter. Once. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it.""If you put it that way. Padre.""I don't know what he means." she said at last. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. I said something about people laughing at cripples. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. desultory way."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly. Arthur. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials.