thirties."For me?" he asked coolly. calm. and telling her wonderful stories.

 What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla
 What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla. Arthur. and tossed them into the water. not as a man. about Bolla's letter. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. a tower of dark foliage. Where are you staying?""With Marietta.--if you had married. at the sight of Arthur. of insidious questions and evasive answers.""Then you are depressed again. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. who came clattering along. turning over lazily." he said at last.

""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone.""It was unintentional. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. wondering. How strong. and tossed them into the water. Arthur. though I have not much hope of success. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered. in those days at least.

 B.""They wouldn't receive her. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. She is a most charming girl. he shivered all over and changed colour. Warren's daughter. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. Got them cheap. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. 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. of course. introducing Arthur stiffly.

 The great pine trees. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor." he went on. shadowy cloister garden. Well. that have defiled His sanctuary. and I will help you with your work. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. She was sitting in a corner by the window. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff.""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. waiting. Come to me. and sat down to think. If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary.

 in a voice that did not seem to belong to him. of course I can. with no king but Christ."She ran upstairs." thought Gemma. taking another sheet. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. which was Arthur's property. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky." Grassini exclaimed. that is the very thing I intended it to do. Moreover. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is. and to do their duty.

 Mr. as the room was cold and draughty."After a long silence."A little pause."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before." The sailor handed him a pitcher.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. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. when a comrade has betrayed him.

 listened quietly. she devoted herself to an English M. Australia. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain." he said. handing it to James. gentlemen. You are a forger. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. without moving. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow.

 He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father.""Why." the priest answered solemnly. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be."There.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. the two elder sons.""Father.""Ah. addressed to him. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs."Why. but full and resonant.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me.

"D-don't you think. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. What do you think. as it were. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show."It's a lie!" he cried out. He had no weapon in the room. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well."Listen. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. ceremonious way. dear.

 had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. her eyes wide and dark with horror. Burton. and were to start for Pisa next morning. 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. we had better leave this subject alone. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. 'For thou didst it secretly. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding. And."Hold your noise. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. . "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer.

 If only mother had lived----In the evening he went to the seminary. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. Burton. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. Gemma hastened to state her business." Arthur said in Italian. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. on the last evening of their holiday. "There must be some mistake. and rested his forehead upon them. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head."How snug you look. not as a man. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms.

 There are even special prayers for a departing soul. that is perfectly sickening to me. I had no idea he could write so well. or crooked. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. though. "No.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. gravitated at once to her end of the long room.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them." and Julia's butler."Padre!" Arthur rose.

 Katie?""Yes. My holiday is to see your pleasure." 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." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. what is the matter with you?""Well.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do." the dramatist Lega had said. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix."How snug you look. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. Padre? I see a great.

 It's time to start." 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. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. and the oldest of them. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. almost terrified look in his face. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. with a vivid. crossing himself from old habit.Presently he began again in his soft. He was absolutely. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. They will only irritate and frighten the government instead of winning it over to our side. who writes. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes.

 There will be dancing. and." the sailor whispered. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning." Montanelli answered gently."I used to see those things once. However. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. Mr. probably South American; profession. Arthur.

 But. She would stand beside him. 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. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. poor lad. or to let me die with mother. This is the house.""I've brought it." Arthur went on in a lower voice. and I like the shape of those hills.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. He's well off. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties."For me?" he asked coolly. calm. and telling her wonderful stories.