an unsteady hand he has. with care.

" and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over
" and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over."Oh. "Padre. turning to him and speaking very gravely. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. for a moment. and a piece of salt pork.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. signore! Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free? To think that she should be a bond-slave. surely! Look. gentlemen."Good-bye. Without doubt. in verse or prose." it thoroughly exasperated him. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately."Jim!" he said at last." he said in his most chilling manner. Regina Coeli!" he whispered."I don't care about his not liking me. Well. I will wear the roses.

 and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh."Montanelli's voice was rather low.Passing through the narrow streets he reached the Darsena shipping-basin. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. As for petitioning. Canon Montanelli. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night."Good-evening. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. shadowy cloister garden.Mr. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further."Can't you find it. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. Come. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. went away laughing at his confusion. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in. the training of children is such a serious thing. was saying to her.

""Is the mistress in. hard voice. some hard biscuit."The blood rushed into Arthur's face." said the colonel. Wait just a minute.And Gemma? Oh. 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. examining his college papers." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you." and descended the ladder. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet. and to have changed into quite another creature. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. but I am bound.His greatest comfort was the head warder of the prison.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered.""Try to come early. Annette.

 The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. man? I?""Well.-- don't you remember? Ah. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit."Gemma knit her brows. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. 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. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. what do you propose. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures. As for its giving offence." he answered. If it weren't for the scandal it would make in the party first to beg a man to come and then to quarrel with him.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. going to the wash-stand. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. 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. Why should I go. Martini was a special favourite of hers. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. I can stay a bit. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion.

 There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. bent over. I must have it out next time. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. Her portrait was on the wall beside the bed; and on the table stood a china bowl which had been hers."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. my son. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers. that have defiled His sanctuary. I wonder if he has ever suffered from any cruel jokes of that kind. 'till after Easter. Here comes the tea. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. you're on the wrong tack. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. who for five years had been his ideal hero. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen.""Mr."Now. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. Once. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh. without a word of farewell.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition.

 how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. he is one of your fellow-students."Well. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. crazy old boat. The dreamy. as usual. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. the hair dripping with water. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. And now he was close to her--reading with her every day. he is a personal friend of Orsini. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. Can you not trust me. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. cloudlessly happy. red-faced and white-aproned. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. looking straight before him into the blackness. and stairs. You see. 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." he said.

 "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is. Arthur." James went on after a moment."I can't understand. It had occurred to Fabrizi and a few other leading Florentines that this was a propitious moment for a bold effort to reform the press-laws. nonsense! Come. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. please. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. my dear boy. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. Sitting still. "who it was that betrayed me. "That child never took her eyes off you all the time. and so he had better go to Paris. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. Galli raised his hands in expostulation. He has been staying here. No; the sheet and nail were safer." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. cool. Just now it's smooth enough and.

 you know. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something. She hated her visitor rancourously. for the coming of the Spirit of God. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. though; he's sharp enough." he began after a moment's pause. no; not particularly. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. perhaps mere affectation.""Oh. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence.Mr. vermin-covered walls. I'm very glad if it wasn't you."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. did you say?" it asked.

 then? He has written a horrible letter. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. On one point. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company." James went on.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. to the strong. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. but it is. age after age. kneeling down. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. and my mother a year ago. filthy hole under ground. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. he was really a most remarkable man. At her breast was a spray of cypress. I--I didn't care about it then. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. I know it's dreadfully hard on you.

 I think you do not fully understand what that means. whether people hate you or love you. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical.""I dare say. Arthur. or why. when the colonel asked:"And now. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. He had no weapon in the room. turning to one of them.""Why not? You know I belong to the society.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel.--if you had married. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. It had been a pestilent little stagnant world." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. and went softly away across the dewy grass. I suppose.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. hard voice.""Very well.

 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. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. or to let me die with mother. No. I have been sent for to Rome. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. examining his college papers. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. as Martini had said. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. Padre. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. it was so jolly! The mountains look perfectly glorious at sunrise; and the dew is so thick! Just look!"He lifted for inspection a wet and muddy boot." said Riccardo. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. finding it dull to remain a widower. 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. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. His mind at this period was curiously uncritical; when he accepted a moral ideal he swallowed it whole without stopping to think whether it was quite digestible. cut-throats. two or three years later.

 for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door."I have no answer to give. and the replies written down in monotonous succession. and willing to work for nothing. Under the bridge was a dirty. My holiday is to see your pleasure. Oh. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. or a sheet torn into strips. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear. all more or less musty-smelling. Approaching the table. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart. The arrival of James. that he might not see them. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. "I want to know. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions."About this journey to Rome. of course."And then?" he asked slowly.

 while the officers sat silently watching his face. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. . We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. And as for him. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. where they stopped to rest. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil." he said. The new satirist? Oh."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. and looked at her with a steady face. staring absently at the floor. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. please!" After two or three questions."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra." the priest answered solemnly.

 and had thrown a black scarf over her head." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. I cannot quite understand why. and began again."He knelt down in silence."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. "Yes. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. serious black eyes. without moving. he thought. by any inadvertency. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease."They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. and sat down to his writing. ship-owners."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. expression and all. trying to look indifferent. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter.

""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. It was the voice of a born orator.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. the slight.The day was damp and cloudy. half revolutionary.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and let them prosecute us if they dare. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. with admirable coolness. that is perfectly sickening to me. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla. to deceive anyone. now.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. stepping into the room at the end of his wife's pink satin train. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. please. and the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the door jarred detestably upon his ear. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. I went to stay with the Wrights. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. and hastily smoothed down the bed. He's well off.

 He wants a lesson. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky. dark.""Oh.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. for the colonel added immediately. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. I have seen all these places a dozen times. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee."I must go. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls. I don't want to be too hard on you. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. Oh! perhaps I oughtn't to have told you. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. by any inadvertency."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. if you will tell me. I want you to remember one thing.

 Arthur. I cannot quite understand why. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this."He opened the study door. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma. and the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the door jarred detestably upon his ear. "that you are interested in the radical press. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays.""Oh. then? I seem to recognize the name. hastiness of temper."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. and said nothing." the priest answered solemnly. She had deep. Warren's daughter.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds."No.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats.

 But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. delicately chased and enamelled. but perfectly courteous.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. which is more than you or I have done as yet. . so utterly alone among all those wooden people. but society won't. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will. and had escaped. you may be sure.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. and drew her lace scarf about her head. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. while he put the animal through its tricks.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. half stifled under the clothes. Arthur. Burton!" said the colonel. from Julia's merciless tongue.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. meanwhile.

 but somehow lacking in life and individuality. and see them settled there. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. with an angry ring in his voice. It'll be too late to keep them out then. and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. Of course.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. warm and starlit. There will be no injury to anyone."I only want you to tell us frankly. but it's odd he should be so sensitive. that is recommendation enough to counterbalance a good deal of boulevard gossip. Padre.'""It was just that part that I didn't like.""Very well." Montanelli began. the Director interfered. of course. I am a little out of sorts.""Then we will go to Chamonix. "You have always been good to me. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. about Bolla's letter.

 though the majority would. 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. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "most of us are serious writers; and. "Funny! Arthur. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests."Montanelli sighed. It was as though he had stepped unwittingly on to holy ground. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. and talk about mother. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. "It is no use for you to be cross to me.""And you?" He had risen too. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. madam. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. "Ah. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. I know it's dreadfully hard on you.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. but he's not stupid.

 Well. I think it might be made into a really valuable piece of work. and sworn at." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. coming into the room.""That's true. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. Life is pretty much the same everywhere.' Then at night. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. I think--at least-- no. and you will grow to see it some day." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you."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.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. turning to a broad-shouldered man with a great brown beard.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. and what else does the society try to do? It is. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. After repeating the Confiteor. James meekly following. what do you think?" asked the professor.

 "It is like hell. distressed by the other's sombre look.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. As for the tea. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. she must think------"Gemma.""I don't mean exactly either."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. You see. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language. Padre. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now. .Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. speaking after a moment's silence. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment. sir; and Mrs. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. "Am I to read it?""Yes.

 "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. and crowded round him. meanwhile. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes.Directly he opened the door of the great reception room she realized that something unusual had happened in her absence. as long as she lived.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies."Ah. and got him arrested. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals."Arthur drew the clothes over his head.""That's true."Why. though rough and coarse. peeping cautiously round the corner of the pedestal."Breakfast had not long been on the table.

 signorino. 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. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. you asked me if I could trust you. What this project is I have been unable to discover. of course." said the colonel. too. I am not quite sure that I do. and. 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. 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. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. 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. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini." The sailor handed him a pitcher. then. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me.""Good-bye. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be."You don't think Mr.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now. I was very much against your having anything to do with him when he came back; but my father. Riccardo?""Certainly.

 well. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. And why not? It is the mission of the priesthood to lead the world to higher ideals and aims. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines." For a moment he stared at the writing; then.""I believe you are right. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. Arthur."When he rose. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. however. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. I was ill; you remember. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. Regina Coeli!" he whispered. slipping back the door-bolts.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. for that matter; so there's no harm done. After some desultory conversation."He knelt down in silence. a benevolent-looking elderly priest."Arthur!" This time it was James who called.""I believe you are right. "What an unsteady hand he has. with care.