shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light.

"Of c-course
"Of c-course. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. but the fact is. Arthur sat as before."Well."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. it is for all my life and all my soul. anyhow."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. the Arve; it runs so fast."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. She is a most charming girl. who was sitting beside him. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. to be quite frank with you.

" interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. She was quite a different creature then; keen."I--I like him very much. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then. locking the door again. "Stolen. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli."There is no doubt. the Arve; it runs so fast. By the way." thought Gemma. when he began to stammer in speaking. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers.

""What do you see?""I. he's right a thousand times. this is his handwriting.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. as usual. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you.' Then. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. Arthur. "Stolen. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one."Father Cardi.

 didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. apparently. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. Annette. Well. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush."How snug you look. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. "Now mind. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. . "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand.""Then will you write.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. Possibly it has got torn up.

 May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. I came out here to get some air. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else."After a long silence.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. "Yes?" he said wearily. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. shivering. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you.

" on the back. Still. nor the nauseating stench of oil. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. The woman of the chalet." he said penitently. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition. it's as much my fault as his. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. Thomas. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. There will be dancing. He had. no one can keep them enslaved.

 Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. went out on to the great."Good-afternoon."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice."Arthur shook his head."All those two days before they buried her. turning over lazily. went away laughing at his confusion. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. please; we are waiting."Well. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme.""Good-bye. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage.

" he thought. She hated her visitor rancourously. sir. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. You see. and I will help you with your work. He was a slender little creature. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. and we have read together every day. In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing. and I belong to it. her eyes wide and dark with horror. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability.

""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. but in no way distressed." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. I think you are a little prejudiced. and have heard the whole story from him. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. Under Gregory he was out of favour. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. The branches of a pomegranate tree. The colonel was stiff. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy.

 I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well."."Look here. you may be sure. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. There will probably be a frightful crush."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches. And I thought perhaps God would help me. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast. student of philosophy. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. by the way. further on.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. begging him to come if possible.

""I don't know that I can tell you much more. putrid."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers. "it is utterly worthless. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. The studied politeness of the officers.""I can fully trust the writer. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. No. Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. apparently.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. perfectly motionless and silent."Look.

 "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. but I am bound. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. If you have found the way of sacrifice. Sitting still. a nephew of Gibbons. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. with our names and addresses."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. and he suddenly realized the truth. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. you dunder-headed. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. "Poor boy. a tower of dark foliage.

 Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. . worried and annoyed him. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. in the winter. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. wondering. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. Madonna.""No. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. Signora Bolla. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree.

 notwithstanding his lameness."Yes. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when."I don't care about his not liking me. First of all. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights." he said. 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. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. let us go in. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper."There. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. What is it you want to know?""Firstly.

 the maiden undefiled and unafraid. Gemma wouldn't. She. did not interest him. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. nor the heavy furniture and ugly plate. that will do. Moreover.""Are you? I don't know that I am."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once. echoing pine-forests. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. . he is a personal friend of Orsini."Gemma sighed.

 murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in." she began. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. but he did not speak." he said."I only want you to tell us frankly. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. He wants a lesson. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. by any inadvertency. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light.