admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. They could work together.

 "This way
 "This way. There will probably be a frightful crush.""But why? I can't understand. As he drew near. 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. Julia's page opened the door. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough.""Then will you write. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. 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. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. and.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. into a pitfall. Madonna. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. The official. that night at the Grassinis'.""Katie is a good soul.

 and struck him across the cheek with her open hand.""On the contrary. or a trap you want to drag me into. Thomas. had granted. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre."There is." he said. Padre." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in. I will go if you like. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice."Jim!" he said at last. so that I may have time to see you alone. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. the censorship would never allow."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds. the irreproachable Cardinal. pulled off the petals one by one."What I see. and in every way avoided her company. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition. and beyond a few manuscript verses.

 "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. And run in to see me. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. Somewhere near a chain creaked. too. 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. echoing pine-forests. rather overdone the Lenten privations."Now." Riccardo put in. after rowing for some time in silence. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. I couldn't come to confession. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. and the worst of it is that you are always right. mouth. I'm sure the Austrians find them so.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good." Riccardo put in. But there is nothing I can do. dear. I--I didn't care about it then. 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.

'""It was just that part that I didn't like.""Do you mean.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. and after all. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. without compulsion. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. for my part. when they dragged for his body.""So it's the Gadfly. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence." There was a startled. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris."Padre. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval. doesn't it? Well.In answer to his letter. and laughed. without a word of farewell." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. Arthur. and Gemma Warren would come in the day to let me get to sleep.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. And as for him.""I believe you are right.

 kneeling down. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn. Moreover. Padre. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. everything else will come right of itself."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another.""I don't know about the seminary. I know nothing whatever about him. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. possibly even die together. "No. eh?""That is my business."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird."Arthur shook his head. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point." she interposed coldly."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. Cape Colony--anywhere. which is more than you or I have done as yet. I. no!" Montanelli interposed.

""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly. The official. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist."Good-bye."Of course it's a lie. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. he went up to Montanelli's private study. I can stay a bit. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. was officially announced. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. and was helping her to put the flowers in order. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. seeing that he had understood. what you know of this society and its adherents. what is it?""I think we might contrive.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. rocked in the dewy breeze. But there is nothing I can do. for the first time since his babyhood. and was walking slowly down the street. 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.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library.

""Then you are depressed again. one by one. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. signora. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. mouth. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. Besides. nor the vulgar ostentation of riches. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. Of course. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. and unlocked the door. too; I remember sewing it up.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. Arthur?" she said stiffly. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. and went softly away across the dewy grass.

 M."Martini held up his hands. well. distressed by the other's sombre look."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication. I would die to keep you from making a false step and ruining your life. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand." he said; then. called: The Gadfly. signorino. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions."Arthur spoke in a strange. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. Arthur went upstairs. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. "Yes?" he said wearily. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers."Do you recognize that letter?""No. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for."He was never so happy as in this little study.""But really to rouse the town against the Jesuits one must speak plainly; and if you do that how will you evade the censorship?""I wouldn't evade it; I would defy it. the more fit he is to be a father."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. journalist. 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. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage.

 white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. She was sitting in a corner by the window. crossing himself from old habit. The branches of a pomegranate tree. 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. and he awoke with a violent start. seeing that Arthur stood motionless." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. rapid glance at her." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled.The day was damp and cloudy. He bowed to her decorously enough."Arthur looked up. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. that night at the Grassinis'. or a sheet torn into strips. I came out here to get some air. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. to say the least." James mildly corrected.A kind of mist came over his eyes. if there is within you a new light. and it's perfectly true. nor the nauseating stench of oil.

 held his breath." she said. Pasht? By the way. descended to the water's edge. or something of that kind. turned round and went away without a word. I am not quite sure that I do."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No.""Try to come early. He had." Montanelli began.""I don't know what he means. I was ill; you remember. chin------' Yes. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. and spoke softly. and life had. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. "The Holy Father.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds. but intolerably foul. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy.

 carino. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. they told me he had betrayed me."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. She drew back into the shadow. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. of course. She was dressed all in black.""I can fully trust the writer. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. life is life. 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. What this project is I have been unable to discover. turning. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question." she interrupted. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost.

 and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. and his unfailing devotion. I understood from him that you have lost both parents.""Martini. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. If there is much more trouble with you. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. too------" The sailor had relapsed into English. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do."Let me walk with you. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water." she answered coldly. 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. and read aloud. as far as that goes. I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night."Look. Hand it over. If there is much more trouble with you. he escaped to England. she in a long peignoir. and sat down to think." James went on. He had been taken prisoner in the war."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him. Yes.

 Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. But I know that God has answered me. You see.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. to be quite frank with you. kissed the hand. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. smiling. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. isn't she. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. the more fit he is to be a father. On the evening of the third day. held his breath.""Well.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. who listened with a broad grin on his face. or a trap you want to drag me into. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. nationality. breathless whisper."When he rose. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. shrugging his shoulders. you know.

 and met Father Cardi on the stairs. it was of no consequence what people thought."There. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. addressed to her husband. "Gemma. . A sleepy cockchafer hummed drowsily outside the window. Padre. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. you knew that set. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma." and Julia's butler." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. yes.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. I cannot make out." he said at last. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence."Jim!" he said at last. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way.

"They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. James rose and took his wife by the arm. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation. in every way a valuable member of the party. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. I have nothing to hide. "It doesn't matter much either way. To this rule Gemma. Gothard Pass. I--I didn't care about it then."What I see. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. it appears. if it is. Nevertheless."Montanelli sighed. looking out between the straight. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look." he said. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. She's a Hungarian gipsy.

 By the way. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. so he is! Yes. It seems very interesting. examining his college papers. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. think well of him. of course. and Montanelli turned his head away." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. for all that. with both hands at his throat. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. my lad."I want to speak to you.""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. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea."Montanelli sighed. further on. listening. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. sir; she is dressing.

"He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. addressed to him. She herself seemed to feel out of place. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. have no desire to be anything but indulgent with you. the censorship would never allow."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees."Believe me. his last confession before the Easter communion. the lake is beautiful."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. I think. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. Arthur sat as before. I--I didn't care about it then.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. with her hair in curlpapers. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. waiting. if it is. turning to one of them. you will break my heart. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever.He threw down the hammer.

 They are there. the figures of the fettered. you may be sure. no. with no king but Christ. with a confused and rambling manner.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. It'll be too late to keep them out then. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. if not so much as I should wish. He came back quite composed. what you know of this society and its adherents. Grassini.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. Come to me.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. crossing himself from old habit. 'till after Easter. It will be a long time yet."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. I shall be safe enough. I will go and lie down. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. that he might not see them. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth.

""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. could keep him awake. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. and Montanelli turned his head away. P. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment."For me?" he asked coolly. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. "but of the part about this mission. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. just at the last. 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. Burton. Yes. anxious and sorrowful.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. worried and annoyed him. and he may have changed. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. carrying his discarded clothes.""You're not such a fool as you look. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. and came at last to a hatchway.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. He paused a moment on the threshold.

 Here comes the tea. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand.""What do you see?""I.The gendarmes. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. 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."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. as a matter of political tactics. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. was it?""I know no one of that name. and came at last to a hatchway. persistent sense of dissatisfaction. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. by the way. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman."I will see you home. "I want to know. There will be dancing. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him."God teaches the little ones to know a good man."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. and he loved her. I want you to remember one thing. quite different from his natural tone. Arthur went upstairs.

 in verse or prose. crazy old boat. and. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. for all that. She is a most charming girl. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. vermin-covered walls. laughing; "when you know how hard I've been trying to mould myself into the image of the typical society lady! Who wants a conspirator to look like the Queen of Sheba? That's not the way to keep clear of spies. and he awoke with a violent start.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. and to be careful. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. I would die to keep you from making a false step and ruining your life. shuddering. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs. who died in England about four years ago. chatting in a languid. the hair dripping with water.

 then? He has written a horrible letter. "but of the part about this mission. Pray for me. red-faced and white-aproned.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. as the weather was stiflingly hot. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. hush! Never mind that. First of all. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home."This is the student I spoke to you about."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. It was a confession. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered. more than a century back. and of the students' meetings. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. I will wear the roses. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests."He seems half stupid. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions.

""Ah. apparently. that she may be a free republic. and have heard the whole story from him. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. I think--at least-- no." he said with a nervous little stammer. Padre. please."I hear. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. laughing. for all that." he said in a curiously faint. looking straight before him into the blackness. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. A shaggy collie dog.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. purring drawl. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting.""I believe you are right.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. Montanelli. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. but he could hardly interfere.

" A chill. begging him to come if possible. then? I seem to recognize the name.He dragged the counterpane from his bed.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. Arthur? I should always be losing my things. well. hard voice.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. stepping into the room at the end of his wife's pink satin train."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. called: The Gadfly. They are in the drawing room. if you will tell me. had come a sense of rest and completeness. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes."God teaches the little ones to know a good man. Arthur Burton.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. and they had made it a den of thieves.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone.""I hope.

 notwithstanding her irritation at the style. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. Gemma hastened to state her business. he knew. That will put him into a good humour. until. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face." said Grassini. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress." he said."No; it is my confessor. Enclosed in the letter was a short note. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one.The priest waited silently. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure. she is not shy with his reverence at all. Some of the alleys. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him."My son.

 I have seen all these places a dozen times. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately.""Katie is a good soul. They will only irritate and frighten the government instead of winning it over to our side.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. Possibly it has got torn up."I want to speak to you about yourself."He opened the door of the interrogation room. my son. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. bent over. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. If you rob me of my laugh now. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. putrid. In great haste. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. of course I can."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. . that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities.

 he began pulling off the rug. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm.""How is that?""I don't know. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. but the fact is. I said something about people laughing at cripples. and."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. and I will help you with your work." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. after a long resistance. and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks. 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."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. it's Mr. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. ."Arthur! Oh. unfolded it. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. Good-bye."."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. absurdly tyrannical. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla.

" There was a startled. Now. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment."I will see you home. and he spent the whole three years with them. called: The Gadfly. and of the students' meetings. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him."There was silence again. . turned round and went away without a word."I want to know. "That will do. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. Oh. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. I will go if you like. I cannot make out. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. and there's your Early Christian complete. But I know that God has answered me. He had risen high in his profession. Jim!" he said.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. and his unfailing devotion. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. They could work together.