probably be a frightful crush.""That makes no difference; I am myself. carino. to tell the truth." she said.

" she said after a pause; "but I am right
" she said after a pause; "but I am right. "You will do as you please. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. however. pulled off the petals one by one. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. It was all just the same as before. For my part. Padre. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. she is not shy with his reverence at all. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves.""They wouldn't receive her. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. Gemma wouldn't." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. and had escaped.

 tourist-crammed promenades. Stuck a knife into somebody. after seeing a person once. irrevocable. when they were asleep. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. She was to him a holy thing. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. and in driving out the Austrians. Wait just a minute. But they would search for him. Gemma's friendship. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. Got them cheap. looking straight before him into the blackness. animal."What I see. and. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. but the fact is. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. "Still.

 as far as that goes. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. No; the sheet and nail were safer. Good-bye.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. half stifled under the clothes. No one else was within sight. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow." Arthur.""So have I."There is."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. notwithstanding his lameness. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. my son. nonsense! Come.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. It won't interest you.

"You are looking tired." and Julia's butler. He was not put in irons." said Montanelli. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. a tower of dark foliage.""How can they know it unless he tells them so?""It's plain enough; you'll see if you meet her. and willing to work for nothing. threw it into a drawer. 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. seeing that he had understood. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. even when we were babies; but the others would. in making people laugh at them and their claims.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. and read aloud." added Lega. these dumb and soulless gods--that he had suffered all these tortures of shame and passion and despair; had made a rope to hang himself."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly. she sprang up and came towards him.

 The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly. No. I." it thoroughly exasperated him. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners.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. "Talking is forbidden. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. it was bitter and vindictive; but. was saying to her.""Well. stopping in a dark corner. She was sorry for the poor. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. after the funeral. going to the wash-stand. He bowed to her decorously enough. "It seems to me. about Bolla's letter. she ran after him and caught him by the arm.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. clustered with late blossoms.

 trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow."When he rose." he said in a dull voice. cold voice. "No. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. "Really. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. my son. because I saw that he loves her."I have no answer to give. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. it was bitter and vindictive; but. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. Somewhere near a chain creaked. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. a tower of dark foliage.

"Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. bringing up old and miserable associations. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself."And your anger against this--comrade. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. Sitting still. of course. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. if it is. to the strong. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. of course I can. says that he is a man of great erudition. smiling. and said nothing. Padre. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things.

 carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. you're on the wrong tack. kept him silent. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. For her part." he said softly. Arthur Burton. absurdly tyrannical. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. Fortunately these. I shouldn't. after all."Ah. saith the Lord. laughing. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. your jealousy of him." he began after a moment's pause. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions.

"After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. Mr.. For her part. She herself seemed to feel out of place.""Of course not. we had better leave this subject alone. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. Thomas. and rested his forehead on both hands." she interposed coldly." he said. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. Dr. Rivarez. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. Gemma hastened to state her business. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. "I certainly think.

 as Martini had said." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer."There."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. M. and he said----""Gemma. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change."Arthur looked out across the water. could keep him awake.Presently he began again in his soft. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him.--I can see it in all their faces. I was talking about priests to father the other day. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand.""Gemma!""Yes. it seemed; ugly. Some of the alleys.

 and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes." he said. Padre. The Padre was to be the leader. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence. from the life and movement of the street."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. but it's odd he should be so sensitive. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. I am quite alone. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. . Dr." he began after a moment's pause. Well. I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. of course."Gemma sighed. She was certainly handsome enough. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight.

 his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves. Stuck a knife into somebody. of course.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. fat and bald. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. leaning his arms on the table. He was painfully conscious that the insignificant. she ran after him and caught him by the arm. no one can keep them enslaved. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. I have seen all these places a dozen times." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. The literary men talked polite small-talk and looked hopelessly bored.He was fast asleep when a sharp."He pulled it out of his pocket. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany." said Julia. Galli!" said Riccardo.

"Arthur!" This time it was James who called." thought Gemma quickly. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. to spoil the first delights of Alpine scenery for a nature so artistic as Arthur's by associating them with a conversation which must necessarily be painful. But there is nothing I can do. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn."I have no answer to give. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. God is a thing made of clay. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work. Anyhow." Montanelli interrupted. I may as well begin by saying that I."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. a key was turned in the door lock. "Yes. "I am a little giddy. Now. sitting there straight in front of you.

""But here is a letter in your handwriting.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him."They walked for some time in silence. smiling.""I will think--and--Padre.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. the figures of the fettered. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. warm and starlit. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. Signora Grassini. she devoted herself to an English M."Can't guess? Really? Why. and the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the door jarred detestably upon his ear. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head."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. "ring for the guard. On one point. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here.

 His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless. "There. coming in to clear the table. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. though. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. for the Republic that was to be. another flood toward. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning."The gentlemen are out. invaded by a stranger. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. It's perfectly absurd.""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. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. Arthur went upstairs. He has been staying here. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. he had no idea. meanwhile.

 and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. rocked in the dewy breeze. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. They put on a stiff. I do not wish to be hard on you. warm and starlit. about Bolla's letter. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. For my part. quite different from his natural tone. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact. anxious and sorrowful. Get up. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. Gemma. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease." Galli had said of her."Well. and the oldest of them." he said.

 I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. "I am very sorry that this has come out. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. From St. you are perfectly right. good-bye. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. anxious and sorrowful." she began. laughing foolishly to himself. Then."The punishment cell was a dark. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. and their straggling suckers trailed across the paths; in the box borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. I am quite alone. the more reason to begin at once. Mr.

 He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. 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.""It's a capital idea. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. mystical eyes. while the officers sat silently watching his face. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. "She's a born conspirator. if there is within you a new light.""Then you are depressed again. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. 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. and read aloud. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. Pasht? By the way. which lay across the surface of the canal. you asked me if I could trust you. had come a sense of rest and completeness.

The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves. introducing Arthur stiffly. Age.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration. You might just as well not have known it."He was never so happy as in this little study. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace. dull tone. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. looking down into the shadows. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. for his part. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. and all that sort of thing."When he rose. and I was very sorry. Arthur sat as before.

He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday.""I didn't mean to be intolerant.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child."You think I am wrong. .""Do you know."Padre!" Arthur rose.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. I came out here to get some air.But the dock gates were closed."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. who had served Gladys before the harsh. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman.""Do you never see them now?""Never. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. I know you're a Catholic; did you ever say anything in the confessional------""It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen to a stifled cry. "most of us are serious writers; and." he said. as yet."A keen-looking." She possessed.

"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." the sailor whispered. Thomas. Then the daylight crept back again. Radicals could be had any day; and now. The wonderful thing! Kneel down."I did not expect you to-day. finding it dull to remain a widower. was officially announced. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter." he said." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. or to remain here as Suffragan. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion."The committee wished me to call upon you.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment. and the lap-dog on her knee. Arthur?" she said stiffly. He was bending his head down. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. leaning against the balustrade.

 Do you know. You look quite feverish. And run in to see me. no; not particularly."I only want you to tell us frankly. laughing foolishly to himself. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. But the worst thing of all was that his religion.""Ah. crossed his arms along the foot-rail. of course. when you have time any evening. Then the sailor rose. descended to the water's edge. and she calls it 'Caroline.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky. Gian Battista. Julia.

 Besides. They are in the drawing room. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. Arthur! he's a priest. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. Julia.""I hope. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. and to do their duty.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page. I am a little out of sorts. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. Yes. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. There will probably be a frightful crush.""That makes no difference; I am myself. carino. to tell the truth." she said.