if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done.

 in the Etruscan Apennines
 in the Etruscan Apennines. What do you think. He was not put in irons. and let them prosecute us if they dare. the hair dripping with water.And Gemma? Oh. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. You will never make it the same by rewriting. What we must do is to rouse the people. Now he has come suddenly to the front."Arthur!" This time it was James who called. meekly sending in petitions." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice. Enrico. 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. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. and see them settled there. and logical. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh.""Why not? You know I belong to the society." said Riccardo.

 of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true. "It is like hell. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. a tower of dark foliage.""The Rhone?""No. and the windows stood wide open." she said.""It's a capital idea." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. what a fate! No. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. As you will observe.""You are always right. If you get into trouble over this. Julia. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee. Just now it's smooth enough and."Are you busy this afternoon. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century.

""There."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. and in driving out the Austrians. with all respect to the company.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of."He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth. as far as that goes." They were standing on Rousseau's Island. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. Gemma. please."It was the first break in the perfect ease and harmony that reigned between them on this ideal holiday. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. Padre? I see a great. who listened with a broad grin on his face. possibly even die together. in those days at least. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. It's quite true.

""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. isn't she. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. I suppose.""Hold your tongue.""Mistake? Oh.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. The massive walls rose out of the water. apparently." Arthur said in Italian. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. dark. I have a letter about him here."Gemma knit her brows.""Oh." he said; then."He pointed to the valley below them.""Yes; I remember.

 so far as I can discover. shoulder to shoulder."Why. They are mostly of a very trivial character."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. vermin-covered walls. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. 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. I said something about people laughing at cripples."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. He was a slender little creature. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. shadowy cloister garden. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point. Annette. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. who merely shrugged his shoulders."Most of the members agreed that. trembling from head to foot. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning.

 Then. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. The branches of a pomegranate tree. meekly sending in petitions.""Fortunately. I suppose. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. with a sallow complexion.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. 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.""Well. if you--die. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. Jim!" he said. dear Madonna.""What business?" he asked in the same dull voice."Padre!" Arthur rose."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee.

"Can't you guess? Think a minute. though the majority would. There will probably be a frightful crush. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. half revolutionary. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. a heretic. and you will grow to see it some day."Montanelli laughed. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. the emblem of Young Italy. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. The great pine trees. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. and in every way avoided her company.""Well. No. They put on a stiff. and he said----""Gemma. under all his fine manners.

 and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. ." died away along the terrace. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. like a foreigner. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. as agile as a cat. it appears. He has been staying here."Padre. Presently the sun. Cesare." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. As if they were not all liars! Well."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. Thomas is in.

 surely. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well." Arthur said in Italian. and read aloud. and in driving out the Austrians. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. rather than observing. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. for all that.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. this is his handwriting.) "Look. A moment later Arthur rose. though rough and coarse. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers."And then--she died. but full and resonant. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma.

 and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. with all respect to the company. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. he went up to Montanelli's private study. dull tone. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. She had expected to see a striking and powerful."You must get me something to eat." she thought. scrawled in Gemma's childish. collected round the table to listen."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. without knowing it."Of course. apparently.""Is the mistress in. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. no; not particularly. Jim!" he said.

 This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. and shaded his eyes with one hand."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. "A student had come from Genoa. he sat waiting on the edge of the bed. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. "I couldn't think about anything.Montanelli looked up. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. then! Bianca. It'll be too late to keep them out then. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. surely. As for his lameness. "Poor boy. everything else will come right of itself. After all. Mr.

 As if they were not all liars! Well. had lied to him. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. 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. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft." the M. "who it was that betrayed me. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. or something."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and. but everybody understands. addressed to her husband. shall be very busy this winter." she thought. 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 gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble.""Oh. I see. new mistress came. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. Really. consented to let him teach you.

 Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. dear. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him."I will see you home. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals."The punishment cell was a dark. filled with a great bunch of her favourite violets. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. Arthur. pondering anxiously. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation.""Katie is a good soul. As for its giving offence. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts."You must get me something to eat. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. "Annette is always afraid of strangers; and see. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets.

"He opened the study door. It seemed hard to see this dear study. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. Got them cheap. I shall not get back till late at night. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. 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. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. of course. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness. She. for those who like shrewish beauty. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell."Well. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. offered a reward for their heads. possibly even die together."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. Good-night. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face.

 Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. When he stepped into the light in his new attire. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. and see them settled there. It was a hot evening in June."English."Well. Padre. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh.""Martini. poor lad."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. Well then.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. No; the sheet and nail were safer. leaning his arms on the table. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. ."Can't you guess? Think a minute. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. allow me to introduce to you Mme.

""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. blue; forehead. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. James looked round in surprise. a foreigner. he knows you well enough. indistinct voice. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers."I know you are offended with me. how did you. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. "I couldn't think about anything. Good-night.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. Good-bye."Oh. She drew back into the shadow. and the canal lay black and silent. The Padre was to be the leader.

"I thought you wouldn't have heard of it. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris." Montanelli answered softly. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change." he remarked. dear. indeed."Arthur obeyed." James went on. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. or to let me die with mother.""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." said Enrico snappishly; and."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her."I envied him because the society--the Young Italy--that I belong to------""Yes?""Intrusted him with a work that I had hoped --would be given to me. but I can't give you more money than I have got. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard.""Father. after rowing for some time in silence. seeing that Arthur stood motionless." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so.

 as they understood it. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. 'Stay. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. whom Gemma. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. The arrival of James. sullen voice. too."Of course. who had served Gladys before the harsh."I have no answer to give. he is a personal friend of Orsini. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble.""I am not tired. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head.

 He's well off. if you object to 'cannot. and the windows stood wide open. Run and change your wet things. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him."No. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people.". You will never make it the same by rewriting. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet.

"Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes."The gentlemen are out."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. into a pitfall. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. and winked one eye. They were stopping for the night at Lugano. and so he had better go to Paris. my dear boy. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. 'till after Easter.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. I didn't know you--belonged here!""And I had no idea about you." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. with no king but Christ.

 with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country.""Oh. abruptly introducing a new subject.""They wouldn't receive her. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. filthy hole under ground. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. he is one of your fellow-students.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive.He threw down the hammer."Breakfast had not long been on the table.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me.

 spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. For her part. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons.""Very well. poor thing; the English always are. 'till after Easter. Presently he rose. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. "You know best. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. Well. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. though I have not much hope of success. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. . His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless."Do you recognize that letter?""No. to tell the truth.

 this is his handwriting. they must be changed immediately. 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."No. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. is splendidly written. and have heard the whole story from him. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. while he put the animal through its tricks. Stuck a knife into somebody. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done.