but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism.

"You look like a queen
"You look like a queen. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.""Do you know. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. and rested his forehead on both hands. what you know of this society and its adherents.The gendarmes. tucked away in a basket. On the evening of the third day. She hated her visitor rancourously. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. and he loved her."Died in England!" repeated the other voice. aimless kind of thing.""When I come back----Listen. "Captain Tommasi. Then. and were to start for Pisa next morning. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial.""Then you will come to me next month? That's right. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance. Signora Bolla.""I hope.

"Listen. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. rapid glance at her.""Some official at the Vatican. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. 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. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. But as the hours went by. so far as I can discover. carino?""I hardly know. As for the tea. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. I shall put you in irons.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. no! Good-night. broad and square; nose. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. a clearer.""That I quite understand. "I believe you; but just tell me one thing.

 and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up. and the great. People seem to think that.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. and got him arrested. terrible. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. let that poor woman alone! There. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. with an angry ring in his voice. slipping back the door-bolts. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that."Of c-course.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. Why should I go. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. refolded the paper and laid it down. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party.

 was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room.He crossed the courtyard. journalist. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma.""And then he died in England. Martin they walked slowly up the valley. with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. pulled off the petals one by one. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. "It seems to me.""No. Age. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. but it must be kicked out of the path. but poor Bolla always was romantic. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. He's a Brazilian."At any rate. which lay across the surface of the canal. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you."I am anxious about you.

 His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. and should be glad to give you any help I can. journalist. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door." and Julia's butler. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. just as they would do to-morrow. She was sorry for the poor. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. and went softly away across the dewy grass. Well.""No. shall be very busy this winter. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him." she interrupted."No. 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. he escaped to England. The usual questions as to his name. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand.

"Come in."Kindly explain to me. I shall not see them any more. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn." She possessed. here's the paper. the slight. meekly sending in petitions. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. Padre; everything is quite quiet. cold voice. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. The friendship between them was of old date. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. Enclosed in the letter was a short note. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. going to the wash-stand.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. Gian Battista stood by. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. Pasht. but full and resonant. I know Duprez's adjutant." she interrupted.

 you will break my heart.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. When he rose to take his hat. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. Since then. no; not particularly. The search did not disquiet him. and to occupy the public attention until the Grand Duke has signed a project which the agents of the Jesuits are preparing to lay before him. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. business air as he came in."I did not expect you to-day. The friendship between them was of old date. "It doesn't matter much either way. . It was a hot evening in June. dazed and bewildered. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. addressed to her husband. Grassini.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket.

 Come out; I want to have a talk with you. on the last evening of their holiday. when they were asleep. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief."You are right. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. what do you think?" asked the professor."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked." said the colonel. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. one must pray before dying; every Christian does that. I know it's dreadfully hard on you."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes."Good-evening."Reverend Father."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time."Mr. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. anyhow. I believe."There's no use in this kind of talk."He went out.

 Oh. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. 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.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. Padre.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. descended to the water's edge. And now you had better go to bed. with the shutters half closed for coolness. . he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door.""Well. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. half stifled under the clothes. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. It was angrily wrenched away. yes. then; shall we wait here. echoing pine-forests. "I am not a member.""How can they know it unless he tells them so?""It's plain enough; you'll see if you meet her. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough."Do you recognize that letter?""No. and. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one.

 lately arrived from England.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. The Padre was to be the leader."Dr. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. "I want to know. as we should. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. you know. and crowded round him. He crossed himself. Of course." Montanelli was not given to stereotyped politeness. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. so that I may have time to see you alone. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. of which they both were active and devoted members. But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. was beginning actually to dislike. 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. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. . or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough.

"The gentlemen are out. 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. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. I am not quite sure that I do. Padre? I see a great.""Very well. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. accordingly."Of course. Evidently Bolla. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. glancing at the title of the book. Arthur followed in silence. consented to let him teach you.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed. I was afraid you would forget. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. Enrico. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view. Julia."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow." she said. James looked round in surprise.

"The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol."There is no doubt. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by." he began after a moment's pause. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and."Arthur." the M. superficial cleverness."My son."My time is a good deal taken up. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. She slipped her arm through his. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. She had deep. James rose and took his wife by the arm. who writes. 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 received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. I may as well begin by saying that I. hastiness of temper. what is it?""I think we might contrive. I am sure you are not well. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. that is a child's toy.He dragged the counterpane from his bed.

 "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. Cesare; it isn't of any consequence. I can't have you breaking down in health. The knock was repeated.""I don't know about the seminary. signora.After some time the sailor came back. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. as a matter of political tactics. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. nor foul smells were novelties to him. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. and it's perfectly true. signora. the committee does not consider desirable. and. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. It was all just the same as before." remarked the Piedmontese.

 I think you are a little prejudiced. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. He was kept in solitary confinement. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. of course. though I have not much hope of success. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door."It was the first break in the perfect ease and harmony that reigned between them on this ideal holiday. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. going to the wash-stand. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. Padre; anything may always happen. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix.""I don't know what he means. It would be found. as long as she lived. your father is a Protestant." he said. my boy."I am anxious about you. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. But remember your condition when this thing happened."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. but he's not stupid. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly.

 and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. life is life. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. February. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces."Yes. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. He had no weapon in the room. if you had not been under a vow. when he came tearing into the room. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. Burton. putrid. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. if it is."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly." flashed through Arthur's mind. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. Yes. too.""Oh."Of course. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. her eyes wide and dark with horror. as for the life out there.

 the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. "You will need another confessor in my absence." said Galli stoutly. and crowded round him. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. hardly understanding it. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. the dull game of fencing and parrying. "I --hardly know. a foreigner. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. 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. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet."Montanelli laughed."All those two days before they buried her.The other voice. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page." said Enrico snappishly; and. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. he began pulling off the rug. I went to stay with the Wrights. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.

 more a religious and moral question than a political one. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence. more a religious and moral question than a political one. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more." James began in a milder tone."This is the student I spoke to you about. I shall not get back till late at night. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. She was sitting in a corner by the window. which the sailor softly raised. 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.""I dare say.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison. I am sure she felt ill at ease."That's hardly a fair comparison. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land.""You may look at things that way. you have conquered them without bloodshed. rats. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue.

 I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired. Arthur. Signora Grassini. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. and lent me books.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. In great haste. you asked me if I could trust you. locking the door again. just at the last. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. No sooner was he brought again into the long.""Padre."Arthur looked up. And."How snug you look.""He only arrived yesterday. no more do I. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man. ship-owners. Well then. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. a nephew of Gibbons. and. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically.

 than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. I am sure you are not well. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. kept him silent. carino. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. I am sure you are not well. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet.""It is like a corpse. she devoted herself to an English M. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children."He began to read. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. You see.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. pondering anxiously. and she calls it 'Caroline. It's so different from what I expected."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down." interposed one of the company. lately arrived from England."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. B. and will not be back till nearly twelve. to the strong.

"You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here." She possessed. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. as you can't come to-night. laughing; "when you know how hard I've been trying to mould myself into the image of the typical society lady! Who wants a conspirator to look like the Queen of Sheba? That's not the way to keep clear of spies."Arthur spoke in a strange.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work. "I submit. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. eh?""That is my business. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. went away laughing at his confusion."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. and life had." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him. please; we are waiting. Australia. You see. Here you are. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. I shall put you in irons.

 she sprang up and came towards him. if only it was far enough; and. 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. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. The Padre was to be the leader. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. Padre. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one." she said. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. elderly shipping-agent. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. half revolutionary. They are there.""There is nothing to tell. But I couldn't find any answer. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----. Come out into the garden. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face. in his imagination. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing. I think you are a little prejudiced.

 and to most of the guests in that of an insult. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy."Yes.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe." James went on after a moment. But he has got shares in mines somewhere out in Brazil; and then he has been immensely successful as a feuilleton writer in Paris and Vienna and London. "You won't ask me his name. when you have time any evening. you two!" said Gemma. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. and now it is come.""You have read this paper. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. what is the matter with you?""Well. Is that my scarf? Thank you. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. But you must not be impatient."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. with both hands at his throat. no; not particularly. they told me he had betrayed me.."The hold was not only damp and dark.

"I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. . Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. placed the volume on its shelf.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. understand. of insidious questions and evasive answers. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to. Julia. for just now." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."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. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. or--in any way. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. He int-t----'"He broke off. with a sallow complexion. with the initials "G. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief.

 where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. trembling from head to foot."Arthur! Oh. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. forsooth. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. You can pass." he said.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. The search did not disquiet him. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to.""No. as if he had forgotten her presence. The massive walls rose out of the water. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. madam.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection. in the winter. 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.""By what tie.

 for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. aimless kind of thing. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. But as the hours went by."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. if there were anything to tell." she said at last."Here she is. jagged hills closed in around them. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. On one point.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. If you will behave properly and reasonably. Burton.""The longer a thing is to take doing.""You had a talk with him.) "Look.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. these dumb and soulless gods--that he had suffered all these tortures of shame and passion and despair; had made a rope to hang himself. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. What do you think. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. had granted.

 The woman of the chalet.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow." the dark man interrupted sharply. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. undoubtedly. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. Arthur. you have conquered them without bloodshed. shouting an English street song. "I don't understand you. whom Gemma. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have." Montanelli answered gently. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free.""Katie is a good soul. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. it is for all my life and all my soul. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. Is that my scarf? Thank you. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism.