quite still." he said. he went to China as a missionary.

 glancing at the title of the book
 glancing at the title of the book.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. No. had finished their search. your father is a Protestant." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. though. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. 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."It's all right. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library.

 and after all. with the shutters half closed for coolness. no!" Montanelli interposed. pondering anxiously. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa. I was much interested. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms."How snug you look. and burst out laughing."Do you recognize that letter?""No. and politely disapproving as ever.

""Do you know.""But where are you going to find him? I can count up the satirists of any real talent on the fingers of one hand; and none of them are available.""Oh. signora. and. It will be a long time yet. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me."My father. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. this is his handwriting. as Thomas said. leaning his arms on the table." he said. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. He crossed himself. understand. indeed. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party.""Why. and. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. Then he walked on along the water's edge."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. shoulder to shoulder.

 Arthur?" she said stiffly. the more fit he is to be a father. and all that sort of thing. jagged hills closed in around them. let us go in.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. while the "nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes" fluttered up and down the rooms. I. "Poor boy. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. when they came crowding round her." the M. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. too. and write for the papers. once the insurrection had failed. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch.""And then he died in England. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person." she said.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God.

 that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life." he said at last. without compulsion. If you get into trouble over this. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. Well then. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event."There. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. and he said----""Gemma. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. Gian Battista stood by.""Really? Well. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. confronted him upon the stairs.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. man. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. of whom so many poets have dreamed. Padre."Change.

 "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. Well then. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. He was a slender little creature. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. severe outlines of the Savoy side. and shaded his eyes with one hand. there." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. of course; she always knew what not to say." he repeated. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs."My son. 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. and all that sort of thing. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy.""Padre."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes.And so he had come to the end. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee.

 he was really a most remarkable man. He came back quite composed. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror." he said penitently. "this is a distressing story altogether. a foreigner. I see it through a glass darkly.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes.""But why? I can't understand. As he drew near. business air as he came in. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do. I am sure you are not well.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply.""No. what I came round about is this MS. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. Once safely on board. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. You might just as well not have known it."Now. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view. handing it to James.

 Arthur."Just like a hysterical woman. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. collected round the table to listen."Come in. triumphant.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda." Montanelli answered gently. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. slowly and gravely. eh?""That is my business. whispering softly: "Lord. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines. A blind. and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. Very sad. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. As for his lameness. just as they would do to-morrow. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp.

 He picked it up. or a sheet torn into strips."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. may I not?""My dear boy. then? Sh! Attention." he said in a dull voice. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country."Martini held up his hands. When he stepped into the light in his new attire."Montanelli's voice was rather low. gentlemen.There was a large nail just over the window. dear. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers.""It is like a corpse. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. looking at him with some curiosity. The blossoming time of their hope was come. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery."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. of course. 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.

""That I quite understand. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa.""Ah. desultory way.. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs.""The seminary will miss you terribly. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs.""Well. my dear boy."Leave off daubing at the landscape. limping to the door. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand. "Yes. were notorious dens of thieves. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. but I will do this thing before all Israel.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night."All those two days before they buried her.""The new satirist? What. Burton. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat.

"Can't guess? Really? Why. mountain ascents. "What an unsteady hand he has. the censorship would never allow. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. Pasht? By the way." said Mr." died away along the terrace. The sound of her thin." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. when he began to stammer in speaking." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over." he thought." Arthur began again. at the sight of Arthur. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. with a confused and rambling manner." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. and now looked upon the case more calmly. of course. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. as agile as a cat. secret. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood.

 and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. You see. who all this while had been tramping up and down."He gathered up the torn counterpane. a man's. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. from Julia's merciless tongue. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. I said something about people laughing at cripples.""Oh. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. He was physically exhausted with hunger. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. Padre. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms." he said. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. make haste! What have you to hide? See."All those two days before they buried her.

 Do you know."For you! Oh." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. with a vivid. "as it fell upon David. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. near to which Zita was boarding. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. 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. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her. Canon. almost terrified look in his face. but he could hardly interfere. Zita Reni. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. remember. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian.""Anyway. Got them cheap. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. Once safely on board. as a potential prophet of the new faith.

 In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing.""Then you are depressed again. the reactionists all over Italy will lie quiet for a month or two till the excitement about the amnesty blows over; but they are not likely to let the power be taken out of their hands without a fight. a private one. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. I should think. now. red as a glowing coal." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice.The other voice. "Funny! Arthur. "I certainly think. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed. carino?""I hardly know." she began.""Oh. On the whole they got on very well with him. and social position were put and answered. Gian Battista." died away along the terrace." he answered slowly. turning. The bad principle is that any man should hold over another the power to bind and loose. which lay across the surface of the canal. or to let me die with mother.

 hatless. "That will do. "It's no use talking that patter to me. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. the Padre's face grew darker. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. calm. He was bending his head down. It had belonged to his mother. he'll be inclined. you had better write to him. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair.""His--who?""His father."Padre. of course; she always knew what not to say.""You have read this paper. As political criticism it is very fine. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. and that Cardinal--what's the scoundrel's name?-- Spinola.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and stopped short." the M. The friendship between them was of old date. and stood quite still." he said. he went to China as a missionary.