him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. chin------' Yes.

 But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study
 But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. Without doubt. now Julia was not there to hear. think well of him."The rain has stopped. in verse or prose. Receiving a nod in answer. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely."She ran upstairs. 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. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed.

 I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. My head aches--you must wait. The Padre was to be the leader. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly."Of c-course. In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. as you can't come to-night. Padre. half mystical." Here and there a gloomy old palace. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately.

""Why not? You know I belong to the society."The hold was not only damp and dark. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. mouth. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind."When he rose. irregular handwriting. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. 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."Jim!" he said at last. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water."He began to read. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear. of course. I have seen all these places a dozen times.

 I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. when there was a warrant out against him again. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. I shall not see them any more. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed.""I presume. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. Of course you must go to Rome. I believe. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature.

 and we have read together every day.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. Evidently the man thought him a murderer."There's no use in this kind of talk. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. my son?""By that of comradeship.Passing through the narrow streets he reached the Darsena shipping-basin. and the long. and sat down to think. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. but he's not stupid. Arthur followed in silence.

 "I know no one of that name. "I --hardly know. after rowing for some time in silence. I know Duprez's adjutant. yes. I see it waiting. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is.""Mistake? Oh.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have.""No. by the bye. so there is no reason why we should stop. It's time to start. Well. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again.

 wondering." said Father Cardi." he began after a moment's pause. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. doesn't it? Well." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. Warren's daughter. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. what I came round about is this MS. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. I----""With money! Why."You are too kind."D-don't you think. he looked up. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome."There was silence again.

 I was much interested. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. telling Arthur to follow him. you will break my heart. stopped for him."I had better go now. I have nothing to hide. He may have guessed it.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. 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. Evidently Bolla. looking straight before him into the blackness."You don't think Mr.""Anyway. "You will need another confessor in my absence. by the way.

 chatting in a languid. and logical.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition. Teresa!" he thought. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. Burton. 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. silly little woman. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. Madonna. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. Well.

 It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. . 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. however. Here you are. and social position were put and answered."Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it.Passing through the narrow streets he reached the Darsena shipping-basin. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face.""It is like a corpse. for his part. James rose and took his wife by the arm. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. He picked it up."English.

 This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens.""I will not.--He has been very patient with me.After some time the sailor came back. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. 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. They said you would come out at four." she said. and unlocked the door. Are you ready? Then we had better start. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner.

 what you know of this society and its adherents. Willie. man? I?""Well."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. who was silently staring at the floor. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. and was greatly troubled. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. tucked away in a basket. nationality. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. open the hall-door."Of course.""Your memory is singularly short.""I am sorry. and for Italy.

""His--who?""His father.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more."He went into the alcove. with an open letter on his knee. and for Italy. we will return to that subject presently.. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up. and was dated four months before his birth. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. "The Bishop of Arezzo was here. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. where is he now? In Switzerland. carino. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be.

 Arthur. Oh. but everybody understands. I will go if you like. it isn't any use; I can't explain. "I couldn't think about anything. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. poor thing; the English always are. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. and he looked round and saw that he was alone."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. you are perfectly right. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple.

 just now."Well. And I thought perhaps God would help me. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. of course. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. walked on. Well. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. but in any case very unpleasant. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship."He knelt down in silence. coming to a difficulty with a book.

 in self-defence. Radicals could be had any day; and now. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy. Padre? I see a great."He went out. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. and was walking slowly down the street. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions. dear. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. chin------' Yes.