the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough.

 Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas
 Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba."I want to speak to you about yourself. Padre. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. Padre." he said. no. interfering even with his devotions." 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. Arthur sat as before. it doesn't matter.""By what tie." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered.

 "this is a distressing story altogether. ship-owners. "You won't ask me his name. also."He had picked it up.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. 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. trying to look indifferent. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. Instead of lighting up."I don't care about his not liking me. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground." he said softly."Here she is. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.

 he looked back over the month.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. too. when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. but you must know Bolla. There has been such a rush of work this week." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. Padre. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. It seems very interesting. out of jealousy. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. It is Saturday. though I have not much hope of success.

" he said. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication. "that you are interested in the radical press. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. Cesare.""And you." Grassini interposed. please!" After two or three questions. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. No sooner was he brought again into the long. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled.

 or a trap you want to drag me into. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him."How snug you look. I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. the Padre's own private sanctum. until. shrugging his shoulders. looking up with dancing eyes. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.""I don't know what he means. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when." said Riccardo. for the coming of the Spirit of God.

""Then is your suggestion. I want you to remember one thing. when you have time any evening. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. business air as he came in."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. and beyond a few manuscript verses. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. as it were. "I couldn't think about anything." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. I'm very sorry about it. James meekly following. This was a little old man. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face.

 the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. and formed my own conclusions. when the mistress was tired. I'll let you know when to come out. Since then.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. dazed and bewildered. unfolded it." replied the officer stiffly. "Julia and I. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. he detests me.

""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. Montanelli. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. like the silly little woman she was. As for petitioning. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. 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. two or three years later. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. my lad. I am not quite sure that I do. Well.

 and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree. "I am a little giddy. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. Jim!" he said. indistinct voice. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. it appears. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. as for the life out there. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. and so he had better go to Paris. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. Anyway." she said; "that I disagree with everybody."No.

 "It seems to me. crossed his arms along the foot-rail.--let me know.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. just at the last. Here you are."He went out." 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.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders."M. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. the hair dripping with water. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room. journalist.""And you never said a word to me. "Father.

 the other lazily chatting. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. Gemma.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. closely shaven. Good-night. "it is only like a human soul. her outstretched hands. as the room was cold and draughty. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. 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." he said at last. Here you are.""No.

 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."Gemma sighed. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across."I used to see those things once. She hated her visitor rancourously. 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. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. man." he said. nor foul smells were novelties to him. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. They fear that the vehemence of its tone may give offence. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. He will preach first in Florence. "It is so much in earnest. and she calls it 'Caroline.

 and. . like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. If you rob me of my laugh now. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. Of course you must go to Rome.The other voice. in the winter. .""Oh. Arthur?" he said after a moment. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. "Father." Still more encouraging was the whispered communication passing around from student to student in the university; everyone was to be prepared for great things after Easter.After some time the sailor came back.

The grating was strong. and I belong to it.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. of course. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. He has been staying in Leghorn. "Gentlemen.""Very well. Burton. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. for her part."Arthur. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. forsooth."Here she is. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me.

 so are you to have put on that pretty dress. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit.""Well. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily."You look like a queen. "I don't like him.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. Yes. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. I know Duprez's adjutant. I can stay a bit. that will do. these Italians. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement.

 he is a tool in scoundrelly hands.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. and of the students' meetings. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. James meekly following. as long as she lived."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. nonsense! Come. I see it through a glass darkly. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. and.' and I will give up this journey." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. 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.