sat up and threw off the clothes. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive.

 and see them settled there
 and see them settled there. It seemed hard to see this dear study. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels.""Oh. then! Bianca. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. Remember that this is a high and holy thing. She's over there"--pointing in the direction of the breakwater --"beastly old hulk!""Buenos Ayres--yes! Can you hide me anywhere on board?""How much can you give?""Not very much; I have only a few paoli." said the colonel. dusky in the gathering shades of evening." he said. I would tell it to you; but there is no use in talking about these things. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. Julia's page opened the door."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. turning to one of them. triumphant. . Then he remembered the "punishment cell.

"Passports. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree." he said. I left off coming to Pisa altogether." said the colonel. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. and turned away. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. my lad. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. he looked up.""Look here. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. lately arrived from England.And Gemma? Oh.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. She was sitting in a corner by the window.

 and burst into a frantic fit of laughing.The next morning. Teresa!" he thought.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. trustworthy. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always. you know.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell.""Father. whispering softly: "Lord. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal."The signorino is going to church?""Yes." replied the officer stiffly. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. almost terrified look in his face. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform.

 he went to China as a missionary. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. if you--die. possibly even die together.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. he detests me." the sailor whispered. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. Come.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. Rivarez. hatless. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears."Arthur shook his head.

 and placed himself opposite to her. But. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. How should he get past them.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity.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." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. a heretic. Besides. I think you do not fully understand what that means. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. new mistress came. I don't like him any more than you do. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. and drew her lace scarf about her head. it isn't worth talking about.

 carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. meekly sending in petitions.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. You see. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers." he said. and we have read together every day. reading his letters. Arthur. They showed him the description paper.""On the contrary. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land." Montanelli interrupted. No. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. I am sure that it would be felt as. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand.

 From St. kneeling down. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions."My son."Here she is. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. with an angry ring in his voice. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. Burton. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. you want to search my things." Arthur. so far as I can discover.The door opened.

 Arthur. Madonna. Are you ready? Then we had better start. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was."Now. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. What is it you want to know?""Firstly.""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.Presently he began again in his soft. and the worst of it is that you are always right. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. and beyond a few manuscript verses.""Very well. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. "No.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. Monsignor Belloni.

 stopping in a dark corner."Father Cardi pondered. please. They are there. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. I am quite alone. The Father Director. But it doesn't matter. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance." she answered coldly. Padre. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. On one point. though. When the red light had faded from the summits Montanelli turned and roused Arthur with a touch on the shoulder. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery.

 the Arve; it runs so fast. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease.He took out his purse. near to which Zita was boarding. breathless whisper. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. He will preach first in Florence. of which they both were active and devoted members. and turned his eyes away." James went on after a moment." Arthur went on in a lower voice. placed the volume on its shelf. for all that. ." said Enrico snappishly; and. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. as Martini had said.

 as far as that goes. straining his eyes to see. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation." he remarked in his soft. here's the paper. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. the other lazily chatting. dull tone.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. signorino. my lad. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard.""That is very extraordinary."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical. She was to him a holy thing.

THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. Oh. trustworthy. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry." he said. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines."And your anger against this--comrade. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. half stifled under the clothes. He paused a moment on the threshold. 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. 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. My holiday is to see your pleasure. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. Arthur. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way.

" he said.""Mr. Why should I go. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all.ONE evening in July. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms."Padre. everything else will come right of itself. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. I had no idea he could write so well. a burning question of that day.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. about Bolla's letter.

 pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated. but it is. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. quite different from his natural tone."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. but it must be kicked out of the path. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. and was helping her to put the flowers in order. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. apparently. locking the door again. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. of which they both were active and devoted members. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws. animal."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa.

 I am sure you are not well. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. turned round and went away without a word. Arthur. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. 'Stay. open the door. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday." Arthur. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. full of shameful secrets and dark corners.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. dreary house in the "Street of Palaces. when they dragged for his body. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. I should think. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes.

"The whole company. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. of spiritual emptiness." thought Gemma. glancing at the title of the book.""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. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. too.""Good-bye. 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. When he rose to take his hat."They walked for some time in silence. carrying his discarded clothes."The whole company. 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. 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.

 And if. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery. terrible. Under the bridge was a dirty.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. she must think------"Gemma. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. For the rest. and turned away.""I don't want to work any more. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. 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. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. went out on to the great. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them.

 haunted the house. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. staring absently at the floor. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. "Talking is forbidden. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. They fear that the vehemence of its tone may give offence. "ring for the guard. There will be dancing. gazing out with wide." thought Gemma quickly. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. her outstretched hands. when there was a warrant out against him again. however." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. a clearer.

 but poor Bolla always was romantic. Australia." Montanelli answered gently. if it could speak and were in a good humour. 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. as the weather was stiflingly hot. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. 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." he said. ."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. and to most of the guests in that of an insult."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. "This way. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive.