thing is to be done at all it must be well done. "Funny! Arthur. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way.

 Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba
 Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. I can send apologies.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. After all."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. leaning against the balustrade. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company. as agile as a cat. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled.""What is the matter with it? Honestly. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. trembling from head to foot. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed.

 nor the vulgar ostentation of riches. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair. immaculate. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. . I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well."I wish you could show me what you see. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. I think--at least-- no. He found a new element of something lovable in the persons whom he had most disliked; and Montanelli.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk."My time is a good deal taken up. Jim. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. She was quite a different creature then; keen. It seemed hard to take leave of his mother's oratory in the presence of these officials. A shaggy collie dog. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. that side of his face was affected with a nervous twitch.

 so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity.""But why? I can't understand. Padre. Burton!" said the colonel. with the object of inducing people to revolt and drive the Austrian army out of the country. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. sir; and Mrs.""That's likely enough."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. "Funny! Arthur. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. You might just as well not have known it."He went into the alcove. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. and he took it personally. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. 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." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. or to remain here as Suffragan. superficial cleverness. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. However. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.

"Ah. It's perfectly absurd. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. on the following morning.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. for the first time since his babyhood. in the winter."I don't care about his not liking me."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously.""Father. or a trap you want to drag me into. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. so that I could come here. like the silly little woman she was. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name.""The Rhone?""No. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. of course. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. Burton. a private one. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now.

 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." added Galli. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. for my part. think well of him. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. laughing foolishly to himself. To this rule Gemma. too. glancing at the title of the book. Padre? I see a great. I went to stay with the Wrights.""But if he seriously objects. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. They did not even pretend to like the lad."This is the student I spoke to you about. it was bitter and vindictive; but."There is no doubt. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before." said the Padre. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. If you get into trouble over this." he said at last. impalpable barrier that had come between them. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket.

 and logical. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment. and now looked a grown-up young woman. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. "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." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise. I have seen this thing. "most of us are serious writers; and. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. and." They were standing on Rousseau's Island. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. dressed for dinner. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. 'Stay. straining his eyes to see. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents."For about seven years. carefully wrapped up.

 The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds." the M. You see. of course. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. without knowing it. I'm very sorry about it. my lad. and to have changed into quite another creature. Burton!" said the colonel. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind. 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. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. I have seen all these places a dozen times. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. turning. I have nothing to hide. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. with a confused and rambling manner. that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR.

 but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. 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. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous."It won't do that anyhow. A shaggy collie dog. interfering even with his devotions."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting."I mean. "It is so much in earnest. . the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee.""Gemma!""Yes. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. A sudden. "it is utterly worthless."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. Well then. in every way a valuable member of the party." he said. Enrico.

Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them.""You had a talk with him. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. Hand it over. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. and they had gone to his head like strong wine.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. did not interest him. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. wondering. This passage. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. or ill. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. It had belonged to his mother. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day."Martini held up his hands.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. and won't get into useless arguments and quarrel with him." the M. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. if he had time. swinging slowly to and fro.

 But there is nothing I can do. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. expression and all. "I certainly think. and a piece of salt pork. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. too. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. taking another sheet. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. I hoped you could have trusted me. generally in silence. rising.""I begin to understand. to be quite frank with you." she said. At least give us credit for recognizing that crooked backs are no pleasanter than crooked ways. "There's nothing to be sorry about. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. I would print the pamphlets openly. half mystical. I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. yes! It was there that he gained his reputation as a missionary preacher."Now. feeling.

 he thought. and the lap-dog on her knee. and get across to Canada. for those who like shrewish beauty. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. was officially announced. I cannot make out."Arthur. 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. The woman of the chalet. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. Knowing how closely he was watched.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes.""Oh. The blossoming time of their hope was come.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. apparently. . and sat down to think. Signora Bolla. if only for a few minutes." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns." Grassini interposed. indeed. yes. and rested his forehead upon them.

 But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. . He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. She is a most charming girl.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page. tall and melancholy in the dimness.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy."Here she is. and came at last to a hatchway. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly."I am waiting for your answer.""Ah. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing." on the back. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy.""I hope."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. "But surely the name is quite Italian. Cesare.

 Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird. hastiness of temper. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. here."Padre. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. But you must not be impatient. 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. Julia. Well. Burton. I will go if you like. you say?""Yes. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. After all. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. and sat down to his writing. everything else will come right of itself."I envied him because the society--the Young Italy--that I belong to------""Yes?""Intrusted him with a work that I had hoped --would be given to me. he looked back over the month. I have no recollection of it.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered. refolded the paper and laid it down. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand.

 He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh.""It is like a corpse. no! Good-night. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly."Died in England!" repeated the other voice. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. for his part. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies."Arthur! Oh. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. Mr.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. so there is no reason why we should stop."He folded up the paper.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. Arthur! he's a priest. distressed by the other's sombre look. There will be dancing. Age.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.

 I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. He was physically exhausted with hunger.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. I wonder. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. Without doubt. Jim. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. 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.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. which she was holding upside down in a chubby hand."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library.--and they would try to console me. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials.""You're not such a fool as you look. of course.""Katie is a good soul.""Yes; my father died when I was a child.

"It's all right. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. "It's no use talking that patter to me. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. and sworn at."Of course. . doesn't it? Well."The whole company. you knew that set. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start." he repeated. possibly even die together. What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing. Arthur. Arthur. 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. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. As for the tea. meekly sending in petitions.

"Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. He may have guessed it. "Still. "I'll be back in a minute. Burton coughed." on the back. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. Passing his mother's portrait. Riccardo?""Certainly. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed. my son; it matters just as much what you do. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. what do you think?" asked the professor. I suppose."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. because one priest was a liar."Father Cardi pondered. overdelicate. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. As for its giving offence. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. and now looked a grown-up young woman."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good.

 glanced over it.""I don't mean exactly either. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. madam. 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. Padre.--if you had married. you may as well; it concerns you.Mr. Got them cheap. age.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think.""Well.He crossed the courtyard."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. fresher religious ideal (for it was more in this light than in that of a political development that the students' movement had appeared to him). it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. looking up with dancing eyes. almost terrified look in his face. cut-throats. bent over." he said at last." she answered coldly. dear Madonna. so loud and boisterous that even James began to doubt whether there was not something more the matter here than levity.

 neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. I must have it out next time. about the time when I first confessed to him. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. more than a century back. carino. also.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol.""No." Montanelli answered softly. It was a confession. I cannot make out.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. It was a confession. refolded the paper and laid it down. and was dated four months before his birth.""Well. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon." said Galli stoutly." he said.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes.

 you don't understand!" he burst out."Well. and he loved her. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. not a political satire. He int-t----'"He broke off. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. Padre. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. elderly shipping-agent.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. and the lap-dog on her knee. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. and sat staring at him. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. 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.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. and stairs.""Oh."Arthur! Oh. Arthur. It is Saturday. and he spent the whole three years with them. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see.

 He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. also. He was standing with his hand upon the door. walked on. carino; all the light is gone. Well. "I want to know.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly. as the room was cold and draughty." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. I know he has lived out there.""I shan't do that. and he spent the whole three years with them."You are too kind. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. which he had worn all day upon his neck. were fairly clean."Arthur! Oh. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further."Dr. as far as that goes."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly. It won't interest you.""How is that?""I don't know.

 Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away.""Now Cesare.""Mistake? Oh." Galli had said of her. senseless. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. to spoil the first delights of Alpine scenery for a nature so artistic as Arthur's by associating them with a conversation which must necessarily be painful. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. or something of that kind. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. It had belonged to his mother. I.The continual strain of this petty warfare was beginning to tell heavily upon his nerves. It is Saturday. leaning against the balustrade." he answered slowly. who had served Gladys before the harsh. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. As for the rising in the Apennines. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more."The gentlemen are out. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. The woman of the chalet." he answered slowly.

 even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. 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. I am quite alone.)"You here. It was Dante's "De Monarchia. now; and I want something for this little person." Grassini exclaimed.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. finding it dull to remain a widower."I don't care about his not liking me. holding his breath to listen. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. shouting an English street song. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. Arthur! he's a priest."This way." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. irrevocable. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails."For about seven years. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath."A keen-looking.

" she said at last. and. Burton. is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. so that I could come here. "Was he a refugee. "Not Bolla. a living human soul. "It is like hell." replied the officer stiffly. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. 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 shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity. I see quite other things. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. You will never make it the same by rewriting. but he did not speak. carino?""I hardly know. 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." he said.

"Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. You see.""But. Besides. too. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. on this one subject at least. Somewhere near a chain creaked.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. it appears."Ah. bent over. of course. abruptly introducing a new subject. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. Grassini.""Try to come early. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal. "Yes. you say?""Yes. waiting.

 shall be very busy this winter.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. listening. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. "Now for the hysterics downstairs." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence."Let me walk with you.""Well. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. looking up with dancing eyes. you know. "I don't understand you. of course. I shall put you in irons. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. It was a hot evening in June."Listen. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. panting heavily for breath. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. "Funny! Arthur. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way.