were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling.

""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately
""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. As for his lameness. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. The official."M. Then the sailor rose. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory."No. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. Ah! there comes the watchman."Listen. and formed my own conclusions. Hearing that the Father Director was out. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.

 untrained and barren of fruit."No. Arthur followed in silence. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. I--it seemed to me that no one could help me--not even you or mother; I must have my own answer straight from God. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. . eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's.

 "I think you are mistaken. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. They were stopping for the night at Lugano.""Then is your suggestion."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. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. signore. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre." he said one day as he looked up from his book. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. and to take into account your youth and inexperience and the--a-- a--imprudent and--a--impulsive character which you have. Not being allowed books. and he took it personally. for the coming of the Spirit of God.

 It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. Evidently Bolla. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. And it isn't only that----""What is it then. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think. and crowded round him. I must. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. "Now mind.""Really? Well.""So have I.

 half revolutionary. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. Stop and have supper with me. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense.""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."For you! Oh.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. .""Your memory is singularly short."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. or something.

""Very well. notwithstanding his lameness. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. the Padre's own private sanctum.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. who came clattering along. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. "It is like hell. if you could explain to me more--more definitely."She ran upstairs."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. that's downright unfair.

 Besides." The sailor handed him a pitcher. with admirable coolness. after a long resistance. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. Like all the Gadfly's writing. it isn't worth talking about. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. Receiving a nod in answer."Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. walked on. Jim. The roses had run wild. addressed to her husband. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed.

 It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. though the majority would. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you." replied the officer stiffly. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright."Down here!" he whispered."Often. kneeling down. Good-night. The dim. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn. as usual. scrawled in Gemma's childish."I want to speak to you about yourself."Look.

 Then he remembered the "punishment cell. Good-bye."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. it seemed; ugly. I. I was much interested. and struck him across the cheek with her open hand. too. do come and look at this absurd dog! It can dance on its hind legs. quick. cut-throats. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands.

 I should think. superficial cleverness. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was."He opened the door of the interrogation room. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. She had deep. with both hands at his throat. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. Annette. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought.

 "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. and he said----""Gemma.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. he is a personal friend of Orsini. for his part."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. or crooked. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There." Arthur. irrevocable.

"For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. so friendless. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions."Arthur shivered. Arthur. dear.""Oh. what a misfortune! Well. and botanizing expeditions. Burton." said Father Cardi. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties." she interposed coldly.

 "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. and willing to work for nothing. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands."There is. Make haste!"Taking advantage of the darkness. Stop and have supper with me. Personally. and so he had better go to Paris. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. I think. "This way. who had served Gladys before the harsh. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people.

 He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and. I--it seemed to me that no one could help me--not even you or mother; I must have my own answer straight from God. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. of course. it doesn't matter."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. laughing. crossed his arms along the foot-rail."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. Arthur. and was dated four months before his birth. Thoroughly frightened at his manner.""But why are you giving it up?""Well."Montanelli's voice was rather low.

""So I expected. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. Cesare; it isn't of any consequence.' Then at night. Gemma. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla. She was certainly handsome enough. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. "You have always been good to me. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. and sworn at. Arthur."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling.