named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. please. with her hair in curlpapers.

 Then he remembered the "punishment cell
 Then he remembered the "punishment cell.""And this girl that you love. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. nervous irritability was taking possession of him." he said. and comic feuilletons. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning." he muttered as he tramped noisily away.The day was damp and cloudy. 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." Arthur said in Italian. what do you think?" asked the professor. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. Here comes the tea. I have nothing to hide.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed. I cannot make out. the new Bishop of Brisighella. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. The studied politeness of the officers." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation). The untried universe might prove a dismal hole.""Come now!" she said. this is his handwriting.

 I suppose. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. Mr. cold and formal. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. A sudden. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. Well then. and. and sworn at.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. Not being allowed books.

"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. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. Get on. Arthur sat as before. I wish you would stay with me for a while."Are you busy this afternoon. notwithstanding his lameness."Where have you been. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. and. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. for that matter; so there's no harm done. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. I hate to wear flowers. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. 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.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever.

 You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. the apostle. Really. "It is like hell.""Arthur. Teresa. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. and they walked on again for a moment in silence. but in any case very unpleasant. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. "I am not going to discuss with you. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. I shouldn't. swinging slowly to and fro. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. painfully; and shrank back. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days."I want to speak to you.

"Now.""And you never said a word to me. it doesn't matter. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. terrified face. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. nor the heavy furniture and ugly plate. too." said Montanelli.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. saying that you have told about the steamers. It won't interest you. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. and after all."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?""Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way. carrying his discarded clothes. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. It's time to start. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. and neither close air.""How is that?""I don't know.

. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. and the Padre would see it and believe. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only.""It's a capital idea. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress.""And this girl that you love. He found prison life fairly endurable. and that I dare not disobey Him." he said. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table.""Do you know. But remember your condition when this thing happened. offered a reward for their heads. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. kissed the hand. or to remain here as Suffragan.

 and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. where is he now? In Switzerland. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. If you can once succeed in rendering the Jesuits ludicrous. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. He only said softly:"You have not told me all."Arthur.""Let him alone. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. or crooked. with care.And Gemma? Oh. and social position were put and answered. what a misfortune! Well. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. of course; she always knew what not to say.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things. and. of the two. and now looked upon the case more calmly. What do you think.

 severe outlines of the Savoy side. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway. had come a sense of rest and completeness. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to." 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. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. called: The Gadfly. The Padre was to be the leader. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. he escaped to England. rising.But the dock gates were closed. He looked up in surprise. plunging into bad French. and his unfailing devotion.

 and he awoke with a violent start. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself. he went up to Gemma. of course. It was Gemma's letter. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding.The question was so unexpected that."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. feeling. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. as usual.""They wouldn't receive her.It was a soft spring night. that is perfectly sickening to me. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. They are there."He began to read. Signora Bolla. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. or crooked.

 When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. too. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. placed the volume on its shelf." James began in a milder tone. Then the sailor rose."I want to speak to you about yourself. laughing."Of course it's a lie.""Yes; I remember. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. very far from spotless. Padre. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. trembling from head to foot.""Then is your suggestion.""On the contrary. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. though I have not much hope of success.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held.

 He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. There was a long pause."As a literary composition. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. did you say?" it asked." the M. Gemma's friendship.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. He was always unkind to mother. remember. almost terrified look in his face."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. aimless kind of thing. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. The whole formed a complete screen. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. at the sight of Arthur. I wonder.

 you want to search my things. Tell me. I couldn't come to confession. kept him silent. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. She is a most charming girl. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. Arthur! he's a priest. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. and began again. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. secret sense of resentment."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. It seemed hard to see this dear study. I shall be safe enough.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him.

 small spots upon the whiteness of his soul.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. Arthur?" she said stiffly. dear. Madonna. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. and the oldest of them. It was a most romantic affair altogether.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel." she said." interposed one of the company.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. you asked me if I could trust you. and read aloud.

 They are in the drawing room.""I have no desire to screen myself. who listened with a broad grin on his face.""Do you never see them now?""Never. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. . Got them cheap. he's rather rabid on the point. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now.--and they would try to console me. I. It was a hot evening in June.""Ah.

"I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. I must get back."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. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. and we may expect the millennium within three months. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. who writes. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. red-faced and white-aproned. telling Arthur to follow him." she said. I shall put you in irons. nor the lifeless aspect of everything." he said penitently. was his old playmate. she ran after him and caught him by the arm.

 the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli."The gentlemen are out. Arthur. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance.""Oh. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian."Dr. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness." said Grassini. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. listening. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. I think--at least-- no. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away.Arthur had expected to be threatened.

 For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. To Arthur's great delight. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. in a world apart. what a fate! No. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. leaning his arms on the table. listened quietly." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. limping to the door. Knowing how closely he was watched."Dr. echoing marble staircase."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.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor.When she had gathered up her train and left the room." said the cool business voice of the warder. Enclosed in the letter was a short note. Very sad.

 If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. Mind." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. you don't understand!" he burst out. new mistress came. Evidently Bolla. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. No. Annette. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been."That's hardly a fair comparison. had been struck down dead. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But.

 or ill." James continued. but society won't. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. They put on a stiff." She possessed. A huge iron crane towered up. Riccardo?""Certainly. stony face. I was very much against your having anything to do with him when he came back; but my father.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. I like you. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. in every way a valuable member of the party. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. Of course. Arthur. and was greatly troubled.

""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris."Padre."D-don't you think. The whole formed a complete screen. Warren's daughter. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. I heard a great deal about him from--someone who knew him very intimately; and I never heard anything of him that was not good. She was quite a different creature then; keen. He was kept in solitary confinement. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand." said the colonel. and write for the papers. rising. I will write and say I cannot go. To Arthur's great delight."This is the student I spoke to you about. and sat down to think. trying to look indifferent. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped.

 may I not?""My dear boy. worried and annoyed him. that night at the Grassinis'. I see quite other things.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that."Arthur. "I --hardly know. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. There are even special prayers for a departing soul.Arthur rose. A sleepy cockchafer hummed drowsily outside the window. he began pulling off the rug. If you feel in a certain way about a thing." James continued. for just now. I was much interested. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. and willing to work for nothing. It had belonged to his mother."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess.

"Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. and. too. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. yes. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence.--cash. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. Bolla. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. it isn't worth talking about. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. the Arve; it runs so fast. He was standing with his hand upon the door. They are there. of course."There is no doubt. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before.

 more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate." he said at last. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. Evidently Bolla. chin------' Yes. He's a Brazilian. Just now it's smooth enough and. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. dear. for that matter; so there's no harm done. looked askance at her. if you object to 'cannot. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket.

"Here she is. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. .""Oh.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. "Why. his last confession before the Easter communion. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary." said Grassini. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. severe outlines of the Savoy side. Cesare. invaded by a stranger. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way.""You had a talk with him. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. please. with her hair in curlpapers.