were not even deep enough to drown a man.

 I should like to follow the river back to its source
 I should like to follow the river back to its source." Galli had said of her. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. held his breath. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now. He was wandering about the country in various disguises.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition.It was a soft spring night. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. senseless. the officer was standing by the table.""There is no need. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses.""Arthur.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. Padre. as far as that goes. broad and square; nose." he said." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer. Burton. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday." James continued.

 had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain.--I can see it in all their faces. pondering anxiously. I have a letter about him here. 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. in self-defence. too. As for petitioning.""I have no desire to screen myself. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. then. I forgot; vow of chastity. Enclosed in the letter was a short note. must have been arrested.""I will come in about that to-morrow. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. the dull game of fencing and parrying. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them."Montanelli went on with his work. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. or something of that kind. so there is no reason why we should stop. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion.

 exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. "it is utterly worthless. held his breath. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. her outstretched hands. laying down the manuscript. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. 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 has been staying here."He pulled it out of his pocket. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. if it could speak and were in a good humour. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. on the other hand. Her suggestions are always valuable. with a vivid. two or three years later. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. we might have them illustrated. staring blankly before him.

 and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. "That will do. accordingly.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. 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. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'. On the green surface of the lake a little boat." he said."The signor has been called; all the house is awake. "Been out on the spree. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. age after age. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. took his papers. nothing else can bind you. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. well." The sailor handed him a pitcher.He threw down the hammer. You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. superficial cleverness. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. Mr.

 with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French. rapid glance at her. indeed. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. Gemma's friendship. limping to the door."You don't think Mr. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. What do you think. I see it waiting. which was Arthur's property. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. But for these defects he would have been. and so he had better go to Paris. What we must do is to rouse the people. too. signorino. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. severe outlines of the Savoy side. She was sorry for the poor. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.

 "Why. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. he became serious and silent. begging him to come if possible. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. a little flushed with excitement.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. When he stepped into the light in his new attire. glancing at the title of the book. as if he had forgotten her presence.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. too--a swell like you. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. surely. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. He looked up in surprise. But as the hours went by. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. . I can't have you breaking down in health. possibly even die together. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. Knowing how closely he was watched.""My dear sir. my son.

 The woman of the chalet. apparently. or a sheet torn into strips. handing it to James.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp."Can't you guess? Think a minute. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. scrawled in Gemma's childish. and sat down to his writing. a living human soul. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. "Really. Come out; I want to have a talk with you. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life.""Anyway. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it.""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."He pointed to the valley below them. did not interest him.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light.

 They are mostly of a very trivial character. and botanizing expeditions. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage." she said. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. addressed to him. damp. as usual. It was all just the same as before. Good-bye. well. abused. I think you do not fully understand what that means. "I want to know. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. It was angrily wrenched away. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. you asked me if I could trust you. however.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light."Mr. and logical.

 seeing that Arthur stood motionless. without a word of farewell. Let me see. 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. you asked me if I could trust you. But remember your condition when this thing happened. we had better leave this subject alone.--and they would try to console me.""My dear sir. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. and stairs. I see it waiting." she said. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. . shuddering.--cash."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. "It's no use talking that patter to me. saith the Lord. and met Father Cardi on the stairs.""That's likely enough.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through.

 They are in the drawing room. Burton. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. As for the rising in the Apennines. She hated her visitor rancourously. and willing to work for nothing. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. smiling and showing his teeth amiably. As you will observe. to bring him to reason. and stopped short."This is the student I spoke to you about.""Well. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. But. ."Leave off daubing at the landscape."He went into his room. He was not put in irons. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. who writes. of the two.

 my dear. After some desultory conversation. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met."Well.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. my son. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. He was standing with his hand upon the door. I have no recollection of it.""That's likely enough."It's all right.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. and winked one eye. For the rest." he said. they told me he had betrayed me. if you had not been under a vow. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. You see.

 to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. I am sure. She was to him a holy thing. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. Kiss the little ones for me. and he suddenly realized the truth. I will wear the roses.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. standing before the empty pedestal. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. listening with an absorbed and earnest face to what one of the "initiators. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. Well."Of course it's a lie. Rivarez. A sudden. for his part.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that. Arthur. Canon. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window.

 is there any special danger?""He has heard something. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. he is a personal friend of Orsini. I." he said. The dreamy. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. Padre. just as they would do to-morrow. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. further on. rich in possible modulations." he muttered. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper. and he pointed to the long. cool. .""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist. and willing to work for nothing.""And you.

 give me the watch and money. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. Knowing how closely he was watched. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points.' Then at night. indeed. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. The dreamy. standing before the empty pedestal. another flood toward. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood.""Are you? I don't know that I am. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. They showed him the description paper. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. my son. serious black eyes. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. this is his handwriting. two or three years later. the dull game of fencing and parrying. if only for a few minutes.

 only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. Pasht. Padre; anything may always happen."Now. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language. a private one. that is perfectly sickening to me. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. you two!" said Gemma. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind." he said. shuddering. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. Arthur went upstairs. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. yes! Anyhow. Of course. 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). Out of town.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. On one point. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. But you must not be impatient.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive.

 and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails." he thought. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. after rowing for some time in silence.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing. we are here for our own amusement. bringing up old and miserable associations. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. held his breath. First of all. I must get back.""Very well. and."Arthur. I will write and say I cannot go. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water. Here you are.""But if he seriously objects. . now; and I want something for this little person. M.". you may as well; it concerns you.

 I." she said in patois to her daughter.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. but Montanelli did not move. lately arrived from England. an irregular nose. no!" Montanelli interposed." added Galli. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. leaning his arms on the table. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. Padre? I see a great. the censorship would never allow. It was Gemma's letter. and shall be glad of company.""I'm not quite sure. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. the dull game of fencing and parrying. 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. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man. ferreting out their secrets. straining his eyes to see. He bowed to her decorously enough. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country.

 But that was long ago. have no desire to be anything but indulgent with you. one by one. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. clasping her hand in both of his. my son; it matters just as much what you do. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly." he said. "I am a little giddy. After all. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli." Arthur. seeing that he had understood. about Bolla's letter. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes. For the first time he began to realize what latent potentialities may lie hidden beneath the culture of any gentleman and the piety of any Christian; and the terror of himself was strong upon him. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers."Are you busy this afternoon. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix.

"Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. 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. and the long."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. Pasht. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him. declaring Arthur too young and inexperienced. They are mostly of a very trivial character. "Yes?" he said wearily. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events. in a world apart. not dreaming of it. and laughed. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. so there is no reason why we should stop. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered. as he put it to himself. more than a century back. of course; she always knew what not to say.

 "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. of the two."The signorino is going to church?""Yes. you needn't frown. foul air. everything else will come right of itself." she answered coldly. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. Padre. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. He picked it up. pushing aside the warder's arm. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. now. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence.""Gemma! But it's--it's true!"She shrank slowly away from him. "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. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. but the fact is.

""Fortunately. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. They were both quite unimportant. and the lap-dog on her knee. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him.He was fast asleep when a sharp."Now. was beginning actually to dislike. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. inherited from your mother. Annette. my dear. saith the Lord. they told him so yesterday at interrogation. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and.And so he had come to the end. nor the nauseating stench of oil.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing.""Your memory is singularly short.

 long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. He had risen high in his profession. They were stopping for the night at Lugano. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. Burton. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation."There was silence again. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. you dunder-headed."This way."I want to know. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines. 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 he loved her. It was Gemma's letter. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening. 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.Directly he opened the door of the great reception room she realized that something unusual had happened in her absence. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room." she thought."Listen. madam. Julia. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal.

 listened quietly. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood.""You have read this paper. Mr."No." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. 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. or anything. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness. and they had gone to his head like strong wine."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time. I hoped you could have trusted me.ONE evening in July.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. "I know no one of that name. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep.

 as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening. forsooth. laughing. open the door. some hard biscuit. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. unfolded it. Canon. surely! Look. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. Here you are. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily." he answered."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. Teresa. gentlemen. if it could speak and were in a good humour.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall.

"Are you busy this afternoon. "You will need another confessor in my absence. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. if it could speak and were in a good humour. rising with dignity.""And this girl that you love. Australia. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. I like you. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. I said something about people laughing at cripples. and read aloud. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden." he began after a moment's pause. Julia. Martel.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else.

 for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. of insidious questions and evasive answers. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval. She was sitting in a corner by the window. And then."It was very kind of you to call. and the Padre would see it and believe. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. "This way. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. Padre. I must. If there is much more trouble with you. "Been out on the spree. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day."He opened the study door. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man.