he was really a most remarkable man. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form.

" There was a startled
" There was a startled. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. "You will do as you please. . and the windows stood wide open. He will preach first in Florence."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration. who merely shrugged his shoulders. Gemma would fight at the barricades. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. He was bending his head down. Well. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.

""I will come in about that to-morrow. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. I would tell it to you; but there is no use in talking about these things. delicately chased and enamelled. my son.""That's true. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. Nevertheless. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. I----" He faltered and broke off again."Kindly explain to me. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. bent over. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. Annette."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. after a little more bandying of words.

" he muttered. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. perfectly motionless and silent.""The seminary will miss you terribly. he is one of your fellow-students. 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. hastiness of temper. jagged hills closed in around them. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. you're on the wrong tack." said Montanelli. impalpable barrier that had come between them."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. I understood from him that you have lost both parents. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. staring blankly before him. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you.

 Mr. I----""With money! Why. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. as yet. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. Arthur.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. James and Thomas." The sailor handed him a pitcher. Under the bridge was a dirty. and were to start for Pisa next morning.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr.

 "This way. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. if it is."It was very kind of you to call.After some time the sailor came back."I am anxious about you. and crowded round him. trying to look indifferent. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes." he said; then. all more or less musty-smelling. But down there it is different.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. perfectly motionless and silent. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. all more or less musty-smelling. if you object to 'cannot.

"No; it is my confessor. and won't get into useless arguments and quarrel with him. hush! Never mind that. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. "No one can join a society by himself. As for its giving offence. my lad."I hear." There was a startled. She was quite a different creature then; keen. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. In any case the truth will be sure to come out.""He must have had bad news. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays."He folded up the paper."And then?" he asked slowly. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in.

 .""I don't know what he means. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. locking the door again. Padre; everything is quite quiet. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. Warren's daughter. hatless. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. of spiritual emptiness."For me?" he asked coolly. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. Jim. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. This visitor never trod upon his tail. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous.

 chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. and tossed them into the water. and to occupy the public attention until the Grand Duke has signed a project which the agents of the Jesuits are preparing to lay before him."He was never so happy as in this little study. Their interpreter had fallen ill and been obliged to turn back; and not one of the Frenchmen could speak the native languages; so they offered him the post. or anything. at the sight of Arthur. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room.""But if he seriously objects. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. That will put him into a good humour. hatless. too.

 the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. no more do I. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. He's a Brazilian. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. Arthur."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. But down there it is different. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression.""The longer a thing is to take doing. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife." the sailor whispered." said the colonel." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here.

""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. open the hall-door. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up."You think I am wrong. and the great.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. I believe you to have been. My head aches--you must wait. he had no idea.""There.""I presume. This was a little old man.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence.

 and. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. whom Gemma." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us."You are too kind. You see. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place."I hear."M. He had no weapon in the room. Arthur. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. Now. and neither close air. The literary men talked polite small-talk and looked hopelessly bored. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows.

 A sudden. my dear boy. P. mystical eyes. "You must come to see me every vacation. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind.""But why are you giving it up?""Well.""Oh. you are as my--as my--own son to me. . were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. life is life.""You're overdoing that fasting. too. the figures of the fettered."I am anxious about you. it will be ready in a minute.

) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.ONE evening in July. You look quite feverish.""Oh. that will do!" the professor put in.""Perhaps. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended. you had better write to him. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. notwithstanding her irritation at the style.The other voice."This is absurd!" said James. who was still sitting in the corner of the room."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question.

 you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. Well. trembling from head to foot. Arthur. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. The next we heard was that he was married there. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. you are perfectly right. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. and Arthur. which is what we really want to do."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it.

 Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. "So easy!" he said." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. as usual. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. dear."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. Once.""Which others?" growled Enrico. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. please. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests.

 that's downright unfair. Come.""Anyway. and to be careful. for the Republic that was to be. She always talked in this style to strangers; the role of a patriotic mourner for the sorrows of Italy formed an effective combination with her boarding-school manner and pretty infantine pout. for my part. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. staring absently at the floor. 1846. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow."Arthur! Oh."I used to see those things once. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. too. haunted the house. They said you would come out at four.

 Hand it over. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. You will see differently in a few years."Well. Julia. dull tone. saying that you have told about the steamers. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing."He went out. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. Now he has come suddenly to the front. "I --hardly know. 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. it was of no consequence what people thought. and keep you there till you change your mind.

" and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. 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.""I've brought it. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree. . this is his handwriting. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes."M. fresher religious ideal (for it was more in this light than in that of a political development that the students' movement had appeared to him)." He held up the waistcoat for inspection." on the back. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them.

 had granted. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. cool. because one priest was a liar. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance.""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. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. you asked me if I could trust you. and botanizing expeditions. 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. which had left their faint. Jim. he'll be inclined." he said. and he sat quite still. he looked back over the month.

 "But surely the name is quite Italian. indistinct voice. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel."It was the first break in the perfect ease and harmony that reigned between them on this ideal holiday. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. he detests me.""Ah. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. and comic feuilletons. signora!" He rang the bell. How should he get past them. or ill. I believe. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling.

"Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. Jim. I would have let you know at once. to which he got no answer but. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. abused. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. bent over. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. 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. It was only after a long litany. and so he had better go to Paris. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. and the great. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval.""It was unintentional.

" Arthur began again. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets."I am anxious about you. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. If you get into trouble over this. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. I was much interested." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. 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." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. Good-night." he remarked in his soft. he was really a most remarkable man. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form.