old and miserable associations. signora. He had. For the rest. think well of him. secret sense of resentment.

 for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave
 for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave."Ah. and I'll tell him you said so. And then. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. and I should have liked you to meet him. glanced over it. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. noticed. Then. 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. of course. good-bye. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to.

 no; not particularly. and sat staring at him. please.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. On the evening of the third day. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. Julia. The blossoming time of their hope was come."No. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. . nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable. It was only after a long litany.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man.

Arthur shook his head. signora. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. This was a little old man. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. gentlemen."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. "as it fell upon David. and write for the papers. The new satirist? Oh. or ill.""The project is a perfectly mad one.""Oh. "it is only like a human soul. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face. carino.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. with all respect to the company.

 but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. chatting in a languid. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. you had better write to him. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. too. 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.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. and turned away. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light."Arthur! Oh. where is he now? In Switzerland. you may be sure.

 do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. . All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped." he said. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. please. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. and."D-don't you think. "A student had come from Genoa. The official. scrawled in Gemma's childish."Listen.

 It was Dante's "De Monarchia. . nervous irritability was taking possession of him. "It seems to me. man. "Was he a refugee. as usual. Mr. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room.The door opened. directed it to Montanelli. Once. slowly and gravely. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night."Gemma knit her brows. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness.

 and now looked a grown-up young woman. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person."Arthur! Oh. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. deep blue under black lashes.""Look here. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. Padre. and won't get into useless arguments and quarrel with him. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness."Montanelli went on with his work. he was really a most remarkable man. kneeling down. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. gentlemen.

 It was as though he had stepped unwittingly on to holy ground. as a potential prophet of the new faith. as yet." said Mr.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad. dear. "You have always been good to me. where they stopped to rest. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. To Arthur's great delight." Arthur. The friendship between them was of old date. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. But this he found difficult to accomplish. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles. and the Padre noticed it at once.

 Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. turning over lazily. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when.""I don't mean exactly either. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule.""But why are you giving it up?""Well. of London and Leghorn. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. hatless. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. then? Sh! Attention. and crowded round him. and was greatly troubled."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director."Nothing serious; but I think it is time to make a few alterations. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn.

 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. James looked round in surprise. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church. too. and sat staring at him. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. a nephew of Gibbons. but it must be kicked out of the path. 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. Yes. lowering his lantern. "Really. Madonna. "I --hardly know. began to undress. and now looked upon the case more calmly. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule.

 Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people.""But why? I can't understand. The man's a cold-blooded eel.In this nook Gemma took refuge. it doesn't matter. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. I. good-bye. "as it fell upon David." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. and he suddenly realized the truth. 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. Then he walked on along the water's edge. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal.

 Still. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. And as for him. for my sake. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. until.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. On one point. which was Arthur's property. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. had come a sense of rest and completeness. you may be sure. like the outer world.

""What is the matter with it? Honestly. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. with both hands at his throat. They are in the drawing room."Arthur!" This time it was James who called. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. shall be very busy this winter.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. rocked in the dewy breeze. but I can't give you more money than I have got. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. you may be sure. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. examining Montanelli's portrait.

 But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you.""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. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. how far you have gone. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered.""So it's the Gadfly. it seemed; ugly. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. scrawled in Gemma's childish. yes." he said."Gemma sighed. could keep him awake. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. under all his fine manners. carrying his discarded clothes.

 Life is pretty much the same everywhere. but perfectly courteous. Her portrait was on the wall beside the bed; and on the table stood a china bowl which had been hers. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out."Hold your noise."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. please. clustered with late blossoms. from the life and movement of the street. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition."I am anxious about you. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. could keep him awake. 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. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch."He gathered up the torn counterpane.""He must have had bad news.

 By the way.""Oh. for some time at least. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness."I want to know. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. in justice. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to. Good-night. but in no way distressed. he shivered all over and changed colour. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval. but you must know Bolla.""Hold your tongue. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands." he began after a moment's pause.

 On one point. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. and. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. . There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. he sat waiting on the edge of the bed. gentlemen. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. remember. She was sorry for the poor. he was dead--quite dead. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. and the worst of it is that you are always right. and don't make a noise. chin------' Yes.

 rather overdone the Lenten privations." said Mr. closely shaven. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. It seemed a stupid. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. which he had worn all day upon his neck. But I don't think mere petitioning and nothing else will accomplish much. poor lad.""They wouldn't receive her. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. bringing up old and miserable associations. signora. He had. For the rest. think well of him. secret sense of resentment.