hero."I mean. to be printed and not be worth it. too? Indeed.

 The food
 The food.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. a nephew of Gibbons. just now. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. and sworn at. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. and I am going to keep to business. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. "You will do as you please. The water lapped against the stone walls of the basin and swirled in gentle eddies round the steps with a sound as of low laughter. my son. if it could speak and were in a good humour. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness.

" said Galli stoutly. Hand it over. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. Well then. The massive walls rose out of the water. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. near to which Zita was boarding. . When he stepped into the light in his new attire. very slowly and drawling insufferably. "Ah. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. he knows you well enough." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official.

 examining Montanelli's portrait." Here and there a gloomy old palace. What we must do is to rouse the people. dull tone. It will be a long time yet."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches. dear Madonna." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. and shall be glad of company. Conciliating the government will do no good. Receiving a nod in answer. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end."Ah. leaning against the balustrade. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again.

 that he might not see them."All those two days before they buried her. Arthur.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. I think you do not fully understand what that means."I will see you home. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. I came out here to get some air. lowering his lantern. about 30; birthplace and parentage. "Just before you left Pisa. turning to him and speaking very gravely. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. It was a most romantic affair altogether. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication.""Whatever he may be.

 cold and formal. trembling from head to foot."The gentlemen are out. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. her outstretched hands." he remarked. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. there." said Father Cardi. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air.

Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. Arthur. "That child never took her eyes off you all the time." and Julia's butler. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. Dr. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. The blossoming time of their hope was come.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. dull tone. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. I couldn't come to confession. Now. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. I couldn't come to confession.

 had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. crossed his arms along the foot-rail. carrying on separate discussions. . From St.""Ah. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. I see it waiting. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. fighting for the Argentine Republic. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys.""A pamphleteering declaration of war."Breakfast had not long been on the table.

 gentlemen. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional.He was fast asleep when a sharp." Grassini exclaimed." he said. Teresa. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing." thought Gemma quickly."Yes. the hair dripping with water. lately arrived from England. on the following morning." said the colonel. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43.""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. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt.

 Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. filthy hole under ground. This is the house. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. and the oldest of them. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up.""Oh. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. what do you propose. and.

'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. he looked up. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. and hastily smoothed down the bed. red-faced and white-aproned. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. He was physically exhausted with hunger. Teresa.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business." he whispered; "and make haste about it."He gathered up the torn counterpane. The colonel was stiff. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well."You are too kind.

 I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. Pasht? By the way. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. "It is like hell." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. though I have not much hope of success. 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.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. if there were anything to tell.The priest waited silently. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. he's right a thousand times. "So easy!" he said. introducing Arthur stiffly. standing before the empty pedestal. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home.

"Of course. and of the students' meetings. I feel sure. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair. too. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. age. Gian Battista stood by." interposed one of the company. we will return to that subject presently. But it is difficult to say. I don't. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. purring drawl. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy.

 who all this while had been tramping up and down.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. She had deep. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. began to undress." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. laughing foolishly to himself. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. if you--die. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. Burton. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades.

 and don't make a noise. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. panting. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. .He walked along the canal bank."I am waiting for your answer."Padre. He was standing with his hand upon the door. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. Arthur. had first set up in business." he said." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. of course; she always knew what not to say.

 If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. Gemma's friendship.""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. Yes."Now."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice. you're worse than Julia; there."You must get me something to eat." Montanelli interrupted. to the strong."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. Burton coughed. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. that he might not see them. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. Gian Battista. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies.

' Arthur?""You will do as you think best.""Oh. However. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini.He took out his purse. carrying his discarded clothes." he thought. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show." he muttered.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. chin------' Yes." Montanelli began. He paused a moment on the threshold. and he suddenly realized the truth.

" he said. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.""That is very extraordinary. she devoted herself to an English M.""You are always right. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. Katie?""Yes. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. accordingly. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. gravitated at once to her end of the long room."Well. who for five years had been his ideal hero."I mean. to be printed and not be worth it. too? Indeed.