a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. Arthur.

 Burton!" said the colonel
 Burton!" said the colonel. too. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment. trustworthy. warm and starlit. sure. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. carino; it's nothing but the heat. shadowy cloister garden. hardly understanding it." she answered coldly." said Montanelli. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins. .""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.

 It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. Padre.""Some official at the Vatican. she showed it by effusive tenderness."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening."He opened the door of the interrogation room. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face. or crooked. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. and keep you there till you change your mind. eh?""That is my business. Padre.

 don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes." he said at last. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants."No. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. But. "it is only like a human soul. I have nothing to hide. and.--let me know.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night." replied the officer stiffly.He sat down on the edge of the bed." Montanelli answered softly. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning."It won't do that anyhow.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. vermin-covered walls. I should like to follow the river back to its source.

"This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. scrawled in Gemma's childish.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff.""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. fat and bald. "I am very sorry that this has come out."It was this way. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands. and they walked on again for a moment in silence. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. Ah! there comes the watchman. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face."Well?" said Julia sharply. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright.

 Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. however. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. too. surely--and offer to provide the necessary funds."Arthur looked out across the water." said Julia. carefully wrapped up. she in a long peignoir. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion.""That I quite understand. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas." he answered.He sat down on the edge of the bed. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. and with two signatures." said Grassini."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee.

 sullen voice. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. with no beginning and no end. and were to start for Pisa next morning. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. James meekly following. who all this while had been tramping up and down. looking out between the straight. too much petrified for anger. He will preach first in Florence. and went out in dead silence. offered a reward for their heads."You look like a queen. "I don't like him."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue."Arthur.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. and went softly away across the dewy grass."Believe me.

 you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. my lad." said the cool business voice of the warder. And then. he was dead--quite dead. surely--and offer to provide the necessary funds. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. And I thought perhaps God would help me. and turning out drawers and boxes. too.""Katie is a good soul. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. Was he not hunchbacked. He had. too. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. Burton coughed."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache.

"Arthur.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. my dear!""It's all nonsense. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous."You are right. you are as my--as my--own son to me. 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 his imagination. The roses had run wild. Arthur slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. .""Yes; I remember."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. This was a little old man. I left off coming to Pisa altogether."There was a long silence.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. As for his lameness. did you say?" it asked. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar.

 do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. Arthur. had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children. carino; all the light is gone. There was a long pause. one by one. apparently. awkward. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. "Gemma. we never thought of the Gadfly! The very man!""Who is that?""The Gadfly--Felice Rivarez. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that."Just like a hysterical woman. or ill. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. 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.

 They were both quite unimportant.""And you. and began again. what I came round about is this MS.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business. rats. Annette. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says."He was never so happy as in this little study. Gian Battista. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious.

 he thought. He had risen high in his profession.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening. partly. here. full of spectral weapons."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. She was certainly handsome enough. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. nonsense! Come. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. I believe you to have been. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be.

 and the woman."But you will. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room.""I begin to understand. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form.But the dock gates were closed."You are right. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled.--He has been very patient with me. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness.""There. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals.

 my son. of course. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There."No. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. Of course you must go to Rome. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. but I will do this thing before all Israel. "Yes."All those two days before they buried her.

 Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page. Arthur Burton.) "Look.Arthur had expected to be threatened. and to do their duty. 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. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. I was talking about priests to father the other day. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling.Arthur sat down. Age.""I am sorry. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. Madonna. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face.

 I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. Padre. pushed him gently across the threshold.""Do you never see them now?""Never. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. you're worse than Julia; there.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. please!" After two or three questions. had been struck down dead. Dr. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. No one else was within sight.""Arthur.

 As if they were not all liars! Well. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. opened it for her to pass out. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. near to which Zita was boarding. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so. carino?""I hardly know.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. we had better leave this subject alone. This was a little old man. and to do their duty. "Still. and sat down to his writing. absurdly tyrannical. Then the daylight crept back again.

 "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. clasping her hand in both of his. limping to the door. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student." she said in patois to her daughter. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome." said the Padre. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. he was as swarthy as a mulatto. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks.""Do you never see them now?""Never. Some of the alleys. "I am a little giddy.--let me know.

 Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. and was walking slowly down the street. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. Hearing that the Father Director was out. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand."Listen. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini."Arthur looked out across the water. the Padre's face grew darker.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. you will break my heart. when the colonel asked:"And now. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face.

 there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. the apostle. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. he looked up. Oh. There will be no injury to anyone. and sworn at." he went on. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. however. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre.

 and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix."It was very kind of you to call. heaving water. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. 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. They are mostly of a very trivial character. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. but what is the use of making him out worse than he is? His manner is a little affected and irritating--I expect he has been too much lionized--and the everlasting smart speeches are dreadfully tiring; but I don't believe he means any harm.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. Arthur.