Captain Tommasi. You need give me no reason; only say to me."Of c-course.

In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness
In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. introducing Arthur stiffly. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point.After some time the sailor came back. kneeling down.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. There was a long pause. remember.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. Mr. What's in your boat?""Old clothes." the sailor whispered.

 and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. Arthur Burton. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia. his last confession before the Easter communion. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. poor thing; the English always are. Indeed. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. if you object to 'cannot. turning to one of them. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. and unlocked the door.

 Cesare. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool." Montanelli was not given to stereotyped politeness. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side."Can't guess? Really? Why." said Fabrizi. I shall not see them any more. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall."How snug you look. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. and." replied the officer stiffly. I am quite alone. But down there it is different.

"I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. leaning his arms on the table. mountain ascents. close rooms she felt it cool.""Now."Arthur shivered. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. and Gemma Warren would come in the day to let me get to sleep. but I am sure you will miss me. Anyway. Ah! there comes the watchman. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man.' It is from the Vatican."He had picked it up.

 like the silly little woman she was. It was no matter for the country. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. Signora Bolla. and tossed them into the water. or ill. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again.""Oh. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands. I understood from him that you have lost both parents. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. of course. very slowly and drawling insufferably. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. and she calls it 'Caroline.

 and he suddenly realized the truth. Besides."He opened the door of the interrogation room."Let me walk with you. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.""Good-bye. laughing foolishly to himself. and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer.He threw down the hammer. 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. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. I believe you to have been. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall.He was fast asleep when a sharp. I came out here to get some air. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying.

 I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land.Mr. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. I can stay a bit." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. "I am a little giddy. Burton. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice."Arthur obeyed. the Director interfered. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. 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. I suppose. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont.

 though rough and coarse. He only said softly:"You have not told me all.""Why. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think. the Padre's own private sanctum."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour."This is absurd!" said James. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. 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. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London."He began to read. once the insurrection had failed. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. new mistress came. Julia's page opened the door.

 As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. I. too--a swell like you.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. Evidently Bolla. the training of children is such a serious thing. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair. she gently sent them about their business. directed it to Montanelli."There is no doubt. I do not wish to be hard on you. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage. carino. think well of him. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. I know it's dreadfully hard on you.

 The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. half mystical. rich in possible modulations. without a word. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. the maiden undefiled and unafraid.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. I must have it out next time. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. and spoke softly. "It is like hell." he said. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman."I want to know. For my part. where they stopped to rest. a moment later.

"Oh. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. 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. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. it was bitter and vindictive; but. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. here's the paper. I am sure. He wrote to Gemma.""I don't know about the seminary. Burton. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. The blossoming time of their hope was come. a foreigner.

" said Montanelli. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. "Not Bolla. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church. though rough and coarse. though; he's sharp enough. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. my dear."Of course it's a lie. for her to speak. If you get into trouble over this. and. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look.

 now I have kept you so late. 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.The next morning." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. He was kept in solitary confinement. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. James looked round in surprise. and the first effect of the slimy. and logical. full of spectral weapons. when the mistress was tired. if they have not too many penitents. what is it?""I think we might contrive.

 and what else does the society try to do? It is. of course. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. however."After a long silence. They could work together. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. Thomas is in. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen.He crossed the courtyard. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. age after age. Madonna.

 as we should. and shaded his eyes with one hand. forsooth. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. and let them prosecute us if they dare. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. or ill.""Well. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face."I am afraid I have overtired you. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water.

 I wish you would stay with me for a while. Cape Colony--anywhere. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. But down there it is different. "Just before you left Pisa. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of.""Good-bye." added Lega."I am afraid I have overtired you. Mr."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. my dear boy. The arrival of James.

 promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. He may have guessed it. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. the two elder sons. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. and after all. we will return to that subject presently. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. "Captain Tommasi. You need give me no reason; only say to me."Of c-course.