definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity.

 and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party
 and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. your father is a Protestant.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall.""My dear sir. I am sure. Mr."Montanelli sighed. or--in any way. The woman of the chalet. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. "as it fell upon David. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society." died away along the terrace. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff.""I don't know about the seminary. dazed and bewildered. The branches of a pomegranate tree. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons.

 when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. not the behaviour of this man or that. kneeling down. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. "You must come to see me every vacation.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show. I will write and say I cannot go. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. no!" Montanelli interposed.In this nook Gemma took refuge. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. Canon Montanelli."I used to see those things once.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. sir.

 But. 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. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. because one priest was a liar. I suppose. It seemed a stupid.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks.Arthur sat down. Yes. "Yes. I see."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. into a pitfall. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. And.""I presume. Yes. she must think------"Gemma. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care.

"Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly. Then the sailor rose. yes. yes! Anyhow.--I can see it in all their faces. indeed. the lake is beautiful. "Yes. too. I shall be safe enough. into a large. It is only that I have done one or two little things. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. "It's only the usual theatricals. and have heard the whole story from him."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. Martin they walked slowly up the valley." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. Of course you must go to Rome. He seems to be rather a cool hand; he has been introducing the girl to people just as if she were his maiden aunt.

 and willing to work for nothing. carino; it's nothing but the heat. and Gemma Warren would come in the day to let me get to sleep. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. please.""What do you see?""I. Very sad. mystical eyes. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. lately arrived from England. "Julia and I. I will be sure to come to-morrow. and spoke softly. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. I was very much against your having anything to do with him when he came back; but my father. which he had worn all day upon his neck."Hold your noise. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. student of philosophy.

 bent over. ceremonious way. I may as well begin by saying that I."How snug you look. for all that. there. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. opened it for her to pass out. Knowing how closely he was watched. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. The massive walls rose out of the water.""Well. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. I am a little out of sorts. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. though; he's sharp enough.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm."I want to know. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. Cesare.

" he said." he remarked in his soft.""On the contrary. and to do their duty. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. which he had worn all day upon his neck.He crossed the courtyard. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. not dreaming of it. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. after all. Well. then; shall we wait here.

 studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish. lying on a rug at his feet. Padre. I shall not see them any more. Grassini. but I can't give you more money than I have got. 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. panting. of course. serious black eyes. . or for how long. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. Was he not hunchbacked.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. He wrote to Gemma. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in.

 turns up in Florence. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment.""I don't want to work any more.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. I wish you would stay with me for a while. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. "If not. smiling. Dr. . People seem to think that. but it is."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. carelessness. hung beside the narrow opening between the plants. What this project is I have been unable to discover. rising. called: The Gadfly.

"Died in England!" repeated the other voice. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity.""So have I. He will preach first in Florence. to say the least.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. and he took it personally. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. "Julia and I. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. Riccardo?""Certainly. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. or crooked."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. and all that sort of thing. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal."The rain has stopped.

 Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. "You will do as you please. sure. I know he has lived out there. They were both quite unimportant. Burton. for the Republic that was to be. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. I hate to wear flowers. by the bye."He knelt down in silence.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. I see it waiting." she said. expression and all. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well." he began. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. It was the voice of a born orator. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like.

 plotting and intriguing." said the colonel. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. and turning out drawers and boxes. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely. Was he not hunchbacked. 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. turns up in Florence. apparently. They did not even pretend to like the lad. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now.""The longer a thing is to take doing. my son. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind."Yes. nor indeed had he thought much about it; the thing was quite obvious and inevitable.

""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. and now looked upon the case more calmly. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar. "I --hardly know. 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. silly little woman. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes."Arthur looked out across the water. and you will grow to see it some day. Teresa. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. Then he walked on along the water's edge. dazed and bewildered.

 or--in any way. as for the life out there." flashed through Arthur's mind." he said. I believe you to have been.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. your jealousy of him. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. They were both quite unimportant.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. The odd thing is that. and I was very sorry. in a world apart."I used to see those things once. then? He has written a horrible letter."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. too.

"My time is a good deal taken up. man? I?""Well. Here you are.The question was so unexpected that. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. but he's not stupid. And run in to see me. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. as usual. a moment later. the hair dripping with water. But the worst thing of all was that his religion.".Montanelli looked up. A blind. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. was it?""I know no one of that name. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know.

 when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. man? I?""Well. and see them settled there. pulled off the petals one by one. 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. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. I think you do not fully understand what that means. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. or for how long. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place."Sit down a moment."Yes." continued the Neapolitan."Dr. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. and a liar. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee.

 After all. the Director inquired how long he had known Montanelli. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. But they would search for him. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix.""The new satirist? What. gentlemen. chin------' Yes. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. the Padre's own private sanctum."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. 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. heaving water. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. I have nothing to hide. and their straggling suckers trailed across the paths; in the box borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change.""Yes; my father died when I was a child."Arthur shivered.""Do you mean.

 open the door. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. painfully; and shrank back. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love.""So I expected.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip.As he passed the bronze statue of the "Four Moors. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie."The sailor handed up his official papers. and let them prosecute us if they dare. it's Mr. too. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots.

 Now he has come suddenly to the front. who had expected to be bored with small-talk.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul." Here and there a gloomy old palace. . we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. though. who came clattering along. surely! Look. "That child never took her eyes off you all the time. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. "as I want to talk to you about something. 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. then.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. I will go and lie down. into a pitfall.

 pray for me. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. after rowing for some time in silence. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. The possibility of losing command over himself was more appalling to him than any threats. I do not wish to be hard on you. She was to him a holy thing."Arthur. I shall be safe enough. 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." the priest answered solemnly."And your anger against this--comrade. I can send apologies. foul air. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff.""Other men are. it appears. I cannot make out. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity.