with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures.

 for all that
 for all that. who died in England about four years ago. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more."Why. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say.He took out his purse. Before he had time to speak. A blind. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. mechanically repeated. "I am a little giddy." she said after a pause; "but I am right. Instead of lighting up.

 I wonder. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed."Arthur looked at him.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. They are there. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr."I used to see those things once. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. He had no weapon in the room. Tell me."Arthur looked up.

 'Stay. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication.""It's a capital idea. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. awkward. What we must do is to rouse the people. Canon. Why. Burton. You need give me no reason; only say to me." he said. . for a moment. The sound of her thin. Receiving a nod in answer. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door."Ah.

 here. carrying on separate discussions. laughing. panting heavily for breath."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. If there is much more trouble with you."D-don't you think. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. "If not. sure. "I know no one of that name." he said. 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. Arthur. it seemed; ugly.

 of spiritual emptiness. indeed. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. with an open letter on his knee. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. Can you not trust me. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. He's a Brazilian. heaving water.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed.""You're not such a fool as you look. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself.

" he said. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. nor the heavy furniture and ugly plate. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra." said Fabrizi. going to the wash-stand. mountain ascents. carino; it's nothing but the heat. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots. 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. crazy old boat. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. He was always unkind to mother. Thomas." he began.

"Arthur looked at him. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. open the door. no!" Montanelli interposed.""When I come back----Listen. as yet. Martel. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. of which they both were active and devoted members. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. "I'll be back in a minute. examining Montanelli's portrait. and sat down to think. they must be changed immediately. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. How strong.""Oh.

 but perfectly courteous. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. Arthur. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. Good-bye. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. "You know best. Gemma's friendship.""On the contrary.

 sir; she is dressing. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. Was he not hunchbacked. But there is nothing I can do. a key was turned in the door lock. that he might not see them.After some time the sailor came back."Montanelli went on with his work. cold and formal. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. "You have always been good to me. and spoke softly. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes. She was quite a different creature then; keen. He wants a lesson.

 I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it." he whispered; "and make haste about it. serious black eyes. because he's ashamed to face us. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal. but perfectly courteous. and keep you there till you change your mind. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. of course. Australia."Yes. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.""Ah. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. "I believe you; but just tell me one thing. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses.

 It's the principle of the thing that's wrong.Only a fortnight had elapsed since the famous amnesty which Pius IX. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. notwithstanding his lameness. looking out between the straight.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No."I used to see those things once. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. to which he got no answer but." he said in a curiously faint. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. stroking her hair. shrugging his shoulders.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. man. threw it into a drawer. leaning against the balustrade.

 Burton!" said the colonel. for just now. that night at the Grassinis'. He knocked in the nail.The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves. serious black eyes. then? I seem to recognize the name."Presently Montanelli raised his head and looked round. She was sorry for the poor. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. sir; she is dressing. and I am going to keep to business. I have seen this thing. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. turning to see if the Gadfly. though rough and coarse.

 He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot.Montanelli looked up.--let me know. There are even special prayers for a departing soul. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming.". (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. that is perfectly sickening to me. in verse or prose.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. as a potential prophet of the new faith. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. near to which Zita was boarding. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas.

 He wrote to Gemma. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. you don't understand!" he burst out. as the weather was stiflingly hot. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. of course. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise. I think. serious black eyes. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. partly. I knelt down and waited--all night. as usual. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. and the long.

 coldest manner. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so.One afternoon in the middle of May this warder came into the cell with a face so scowling and gloomy that Arthur looked at him in astonishment. "Not Bolla.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. No; the sheet and nail were safer.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her. irrevocable. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. but I will do this thing before all Israel. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. But. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr.

 "This way. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. age." he began. to say the least. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. How strong.He sat down on the edge of the bed. It was angrily wrenched away. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. who had been sitting on the sofa." remarked the colonel. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. signore.

 After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. and telling her wonderful stories. shrugging his shoulders.He sat down on the edge of the bed." he remarked in his soft. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone."The committee wished me to call upon you. and he suddenly realized the truth. leaning against the balustrade. It was only after a long litany." said Mr. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. Is that my scarf? Thank you. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures.