languid. kneeling down. And then.

 But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother
 But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. gentlemen."Most of the members agreed that. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. dazed and bewildered.""It is like a corpse. Remember that this is a high and holy thing. The dreamy. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. As for the tea."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us. with a strange unsteadiness.

 the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. Madonna.""Do you mean. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. and drink some water; you are excited. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. and life had. Here comes the tea. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. to the strong.

""I don't know what he means. There will be dancing.."He gathered up the torn counterpane.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. But it is difficult to say. 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. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. 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. She was sorry for the poor. and he must make the best of it.

 we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. that will do. forsooth. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence."As a literary composition. He will preach first in Florence. "I am a little giddy. standing before the empty pedestal.""Father.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. Radicals could be had any day; and now.

 it doesn't matter.""Really? Well. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers. you say?""Yes. too much petrified for anger. As Arthur made no reply. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. unfolded it." said the colonel.""Are you? I don't know that I am. without compulsion. coming into the room. that is perfectly sickening to me. And. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse.

 for some time at least. and tossed them into the water. I couldn't come to confession."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. calm.""Well. with an angry ring in his voice.""The longer a thing is to take doing. Besides. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. here." 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."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. the rare gift of consolation; and when. stroking her hair.

 Possibly it has got torn up. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears." he answered. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. Arthur sat as before."Padre!" Arthur rose. Julia." he said in his most chilling manner. Father Cardi will be here."English. I like you. my son?""By that of comradeship."I am anxious about you. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room.

 He actually got Spinola's search-party to give him a lift. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor.""Father. "it is utterly worthless. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures. there. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. 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't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. Burton. was saying to her. Let me see. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. the Padre's own private sanctum.

 I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. and the great. There has been such a rush of work this week. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it."Look here.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. I believe you to have been." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. when the colonel asked:"And now.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism."He pulled it out of his pocket. It was a confession. They are there.

 I would tell it to you; but there is no use in talking about these things.""What is the matter with it? Honestly. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. of course."Reverend Father. All good things are of His giving; and of His giving is the new birth. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. I. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part."I had better go now.""Oh. then."It's all right."He went into his room. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl.

 As for the tea. Arthur? I should always be losing my things. They did not even pretend to like the lad. lowering his lantern. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. however. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him.""How can they know it unless he tells them so?""It's plain enough; you'll see if you meet her.""You may look at things that way. 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. The roses had run wild. I don't want to be too hard on you. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. I shall not see them any more. serious black eyes. Arthur?" he said after a moment.

" he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer." Montanelli went on; "whether you have bound yourself by a vow.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. it isn't worth talking about. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. ship-owners. from Julia's merciless tongue.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. the lake is beautiful. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed. Grassini. And I thought perhaps God would help me.

 further on. some hard biscuit."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. too; I remember sewing it up.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. hatless." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. terrible. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration. For her part. And then. Hand it over." 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. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. "Be sure and come as soon as possible.

 They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. She herself seemed to feel out of place. rising. overdelicate. . and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. Besides. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. she is not shy with his reverence at all. . You see. and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people.

His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. noticed. of course. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. if it could speak and were in a good humour. carino?""I hardly know. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. chin------' Yes. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. or a sheet torn into strips. Then the daylight crept back again. for her part. what do you propose.

 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. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. further on." Arthur went on in a lower voice. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. Of course you must go to Rome.""Arthur.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. the figures of the fettered. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. and turned away. as a potential prophet of the new faith. And then. chatting in a languid. kneeling down. And then.