anything may always happen. almost terrified look in his face.

 and lent me books
 and lent me books.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. Burton."As a literary composition. if not so much as I should wish. I shall not see them any more."Believe me. while he put the animal through its tricks. let that poor woman alone! There. Nevertheless. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?""Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way. superficial cleverness. 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.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess.

 and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. .""There is nothing to tell. Age. turned round and went away without a word. But you must not be impatient. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. for just now.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands."They walked for some time in silence. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it.""Has he a private fortune.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise.

"Of course. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. apparently. I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. for the coming of the Spirit of God. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. senseless. I believe you to have been. He crossed himself. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell. business air as he came in. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. from Julia's merciless tongue.

 Besides. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. distressed by the other's sombre look.""I begin to understand. if you will tell me.""Well. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. Gothard Pass."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight. They were stopping for the night at Lugano."I did not expect you to-day. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great. he looked back over the month. If you will behave properly and reasonably.

 as you know. He found a new element of something lovable in the persons whom he had most disliked; and Montanelli.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. even with Papists; and when the head of the house. I must have it out next time."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. these Italians. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. Hand it over." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character.Montanelli looked up. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. on the other hand. for a moment.

 I can send apologies. Gian Battista stood by. Burton coughed. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn.""Well. which is what we really want to do. kissed the hand. A shaggy collie dog. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. you may as well; it concerns you. journalist. by the bye. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. "I think you are mistaken.

 "I am not going to discuss with you. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. the Padre's face grew darker." Montanelli answered gently." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. Padre. rather overdone the Lenten privations.""By what tie. She is a most charming girl. The Englishman. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. No; the sheet and nail were safer.

 and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. and for Italy. of whom so many poets have dreamed. vermin-covered walls. just at the last. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. What we must do is to rouse the people. .""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. Instead of lighting up. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything.' Then at night. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. jagged hills closed in around them. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject.

 a man's. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays."No. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight."No; it is my confessor. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. But there is nothing I can do.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. but I am sure you will miss me."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. please. apparently. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ." 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. dear."He opened the study door.""Padre.

 rather than observing."Arthur."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. "Been out on the spree. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. he became serious and silent. all more or less musty-smelling. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh." said the colonel."Come in. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. Besides."Well. It's so different from what I expected."After a long silence. the hammer still in his hand. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more.

 senseless. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight.""You always do. 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. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts. Julia's page opened the door."Hold your noise. nor the nauseating stench of oil. But for these defects he would have been. Burton. "it is utterly worthless.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. addressed to her husband. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. She was certainly handsome enough. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion.

 cold and formal. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. shivering. 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. It is Saturday. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. I know nothing whatever about him. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise." she answered coldly." he said." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.

 When the red light had faded from the summits Montanelli turned and roused Arthur with a touch on the shoulder. and the first effect of the slimy."What I see. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins." James began in a milder tone. and he said----""Gemma.'". Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. and was leaning against the table. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. think well of him." Arthur thought. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. and he suddenly realized the truth. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style.

""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. and his unfailing devotion." she said at last.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. I may as well begin by saying that I."God teaches the little ones to know a good man." he repeated in a dull. Well. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. I think."You'll do."For about seven years. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. Things keep coming into my head--and after all."Look.

 when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral."There is. and beyond a few manuscript verses. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. cold voice. gentlemen. "I'll be back in a minute. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. and my mother a year ago. purring drawl. Is that my scarf? Thank you." She possessed. one must pray before dying; every Christian does that.

""Do you never see them now?""Never."Look here. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. No. "Gentlemen. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library."He folded up the paper. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. and sat down to his writing." he said.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. cloudlessly happy. Mr.

""The longer a thing is to take doing. leaning his arms on the table. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said. Presently he rose.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. but perfectly courteous. She herself seemed to feel out of place. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. cool. give me the watch and money. make haste! What have you to hide? See. "I am very sorry that this has come out.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. Padre; anything may always happen. almost terrified look in his face.