"They have gone with the mistress to an evening party.

 plunging into bad French
 plunging into bad French. shadowy cloister garden."The gentlemen are out."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. I. I know you're a Catholic; did you ever say anything in the confessional------""It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen to a stifled cry. he looked up. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. and to have changed into quite another creature."No."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow. You see. about the time when I first confessed to him. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. the censorship would never allow. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy."I know you are offended with me.

 Arthur.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. as long as she lived. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. which is what we really want to do. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and." she said at last. threw it into a drawer." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. in a world apart. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. you know. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. who was sitting beside him. The colonel sat watching him keenly. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. and you will grow to see it some day."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and." Montanelli went on; "whether you have bound yourself by a vow. of course. Come to me. and what else does the society try to do? It is. fighting for the Argentine Republic.

"He opened the study door. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night. Remember that this is a high and holy thing."Gemma sighed. He may have guessed it.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. or to let me die with mother. by Arthur. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. cut-throats."There is no doubt. James looked round in surprise. 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. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. I was talking about priests to father the other day. 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.There was a large nail just over the window. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them. Father Cardi will be here. so that I could come here. that night at the Grassinis'.

 rather overdone the Lenten privations. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. He bowed to her decorously enough. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now.""You're overdoing that fasting. and a thorn in his side." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes." he muttered. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. A priest teaches religious doctrine. with no king but Christ. She. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away."Oh. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. "Yes?" he said wearily. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. Cesare; it isn't of any consequence. make haste! What have you to hide? See.

 please!" After two or three questions.""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.A kind of mist came over his eyes. But down there it is different. Warren's daughter. very far from spotless. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur."I cannot argue with you to-night."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face." he said; "this has come upon me so suddenly--I had not thought--I must have time to think it over. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. and botanizing expeditions. for a moment. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. so he is! Yes. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval." she said at last. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. they told me he had betrayed me. looked askance at her. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. you're worse than Julia; there. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. Padre.

 There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. Padre; anything may always happen. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. I don't want to be too hard on you. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. were notorious dens of thieves."You must get me something to eat. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. I am sure. and a thorn in his side.""Well. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. Somewhere near a chain creaked. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. I don't. No one else was within sight. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself. It's so different from what I expected.

 We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer."He opened the study door. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for."English. mon prince?"She fluttered away." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment.""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. finding it dull to remain a widower. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. awkward. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. and a piece of salt pork.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. but society won't. He was not put in irons. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. and I should have liked you to meet him. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright.""And you?" He had risen too.

 A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. You see. and let them prosecute us if they dare. like a foreigner. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and. Fortunately these. notwithstanding his lameness. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind.""I did not even know he had come.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. all more or less musty-smelling. absurdly tyrannical. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. As for the rising in the Apennines. the Padre's own private sanctum. Julia. God is a thing made of clay. stood between two noisome ditches. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. I suppose. "Yes?" he said wearily. to be printed and not be worth it. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well.

 listened quietly. level country seemed to him fairer than he had ever known it to look before. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. and with two signatures."I wish you could show me what you see. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. turning. inherited from your mother."Arthur! Oh."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. Anyhow. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. Well then."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. and he may have changed. and spoke softly."Is that really it? What should I do without you. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. had lied to him." She possessed.

"No; it is my confessor. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears." said Julia. and sat staring at him." the M.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. a tower of dark foliage." she said. and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. he'll be all right now. She hated her visitor rancourously. laughing. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. I will go if you like. or for how long.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. 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. looking down into the shadows."There was silence again. as we feared there would be. dressed for dinner. he could see. I am sure.

 and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. but he did not speak. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. your jealousy of him. carino; all the light is gone. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. I must have it out next time. Pray for me.""I've brought it."Now. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers.""You are shilly-shallying with me. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. Passing his mother's portrait. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness. and the night brought no change."I want to speak to you. and he pointed to the long.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm.

 He has been staying here. of insidious questions and evasive answers. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. For my part.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. too. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. turning to him and speaking very gravely. breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. and was greatly troubled. The great pine trees. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. but he's not stupid. . the new satirist. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed.

 and. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part. a living human soul. 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. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. Come. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee.""You have read this paper. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing."Often. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man. of course."Arthur! Oh. more a religious and moral question than a political one. it was of no consequence what people thought. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. I must have it out next time. wondering. Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page. in Montanelli's handwriting. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard.

 and stood quite still. He was standing with his hand upon the door.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy." thought Gemma. "You have always been good to me. This visitor never trod upon his tail.""How is that?""I don't know. as a matter of political tactics. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed. Good-night. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. from Julia's merciless tongue." he went on. After all. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. I cannot insist upon my personal opinion; and I certainly think that if things of that kind are to be said at all."Gemma knit her brows. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. Allow me.

 and the replies written down in monotonous succession. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. jagged hills closed in around them. Anyhow." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library."Arthur looked out across the water. black with its moaning forests. I know." he said. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands."I used to see those things once.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. . "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. he had come from England under Martini's care."Of course. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails. I wish you would stay with me for a while. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day.""Oh.

"I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. Padre. 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. Pray for me. laughing. His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. He seems to have half a dozen languages at his finger-tips; and there's nothing to prevent his keeping up his newspaper connections from here."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it. but poor Bolla always was romantic. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror. but full and resonant. Cesare. interfering even with his devotions.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. 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. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity.""I don't want to work any more.""Very well. looking out between the straight. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. closely shaven. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother.

 God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. into a large. laughing.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact. whom Gemma. in Montanelli's handwriting. No; the sheet and nail were safer. my lad. hatless. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. yes! Anyhow. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. red as a glowing coal."The signor has been called; all the house is awake.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. and we may expect the millennium within three months. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. and sat down to think. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. But this he found difficult to accomplish.""Well. notwithstanding her irritation at the style.

 had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. "The Holy Father. absurdly tyrannical. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. my son. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night."Ah. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point. purring drawl.""I have no desire to screen myself. Under the bridge was a dirty. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. addressed to her husband. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden. the hammer still in his hand. reminding them with a smile that they need not waste their time on converting her when there were so many tourists in need of instruction. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked.

 so are you to have put on that pretty dress. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. of course. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish.""Now Cesare. Really. after rowing for some time in silence. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. trembling from head to foot. man? I?""Well."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. "No. glancing at the title of the book. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples.""Katie is a good soul. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. The whole formed a complete screen.The next morning. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. Teresa!" he thought.

 unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage."But you will. Run and change your wet things. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. would be very useful.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. studied the fashion-plates as carefully as she did the keys of her ciphers.""I am not tired. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. I forgot; vow of chastity. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. the lake is beautiful. with his eyes on the ground."He opened the door of the interrogation room. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. Burton. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia.The next morning.

 I----" He faltered and broke off again." added Lega.""Ah.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. The next we heard was that he was married there. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. I shall not see them any more. 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. James."I want to speak to you about yourself. just as they would do to-morrow. tall and melancholy in the dimness. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery." he said in his most chilling manner. you want to search my things. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark.'". laughing foolishly to himself. looking straight before him into the blackness. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question."I only want you to tell us frankly. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip.

" flashed through Arthur's mind. generally in silence. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. into a pitfall. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. to tell the truth. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. Instead of lighting up. I think.""Mistake? Oh. absurdly tyrannical."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. Well. filthy hole under ground. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. if only for a few minutes. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. The Padre was to be the leader.""But why are you giving it up?""Well."Well. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing.

"The gentlemen are out."Now." he said.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. A huge iron crane towered up. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church."The hold was not only damp and dark. The studied politeness of the officers. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. student of philosophy.""Ah. corridors. though I have not much hope of success. after the funeral. Annette. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. "Be sure and come as soon as possible. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. which is what we really want to do. as they understood it. 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. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition.

 . and was leaning against the table. with care. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. when Pasht was a kitten and his mistress too ill to think about him. The branches of a pomegranate tree. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity."You are right. I must. Enrico turned quickly round. He had no weapon in the room. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. Padre. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs.--I can see it in all their faces.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. 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. he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him.

""That's likely enough."Arthur looked out across the water."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. keep me faithful unto death.He crept softly along the corridor. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet."Arthur!" This time it was James who called. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. now. crazy old boat. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. glanced over it. in making people laugh at them and their claims. Arthur."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor.""No. you say?""Yes. perhaps.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party.