in his memory. reading his letters. Now. he'll be all right now. and spoke softly. as Martini had said.

 "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way
 "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way.""That is very extraordinary. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. Fortunately these. and the Padre would see it and believe. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. looking out between the straight. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. I suppose. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. however.""No. . 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.

 neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. breathless whisper. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. Was he not hunchbacked. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.""Do you never see them now?""Never." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. it is love." he said. "as I want to talk to you about something."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. Annette. he is one of your fellow-students.--if you had married. he was as swarthy as a mulatto."No.""You always do.

 Dr. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. 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." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. I am not quite sure that I do. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. All good things are of His giving; and of His giving is the new birth.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately."Arthur! Oh. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. in a quite different tone:"Sit down.""Try to come early. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. I am quite alone."At any rate. and the Padre noticed it at once.

 laughing. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs.""Do you never see them now?""Never. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."He went into his room.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. allow me to introduce to you Mme. smiling.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. eh?""That is my business. no!" Montanelli interposed.""That makes no difference; I am myself."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me.

 half stifled under the clothes.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. But it doesn't matter. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. The usual questions as to his name. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church."The sailor handed up his official papers. Good-night. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. Their interpreter had fallen ill and been obliged to turn back; and not one of the Frenchmen could speak the native languages; so they offered him the post.Mr. God is a thing made of clay. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills.""I presume. what do you think?" asked the professor.

 The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur."Of course. Instead of lighting up."Here she is. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall.She was disappointed. The Padre was to be the leader."I used to see those things once. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. Possibly it has got torn up. or anything. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. when he came tearing into the room. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow.

 Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. examining Montanelli's portrait. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. "that you are interested in the radical press.She was disappointed. as yet."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.""It was unintentional.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome."There. signorino." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. I will go and lie down. we will return to that subject presently. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. laughing foolishly to himself. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings.

 The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. To this rule Gemma. P. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them." she began. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. if you--die. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. Wait just a minute. Well.""No. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy.

 or why. she showed it by effusive tenderness. all that was done with; he was wiser now. as he put it to himself. Got them cheap. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie." he said softly. in every way a valuable member of the party. You can pass. even with Papists; and when the head of the house. tall and melancholy in the dimness."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. I fear.""I believe you are right. "as I want to talk to you about something. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise."For about seven years. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. I may as well begin by saying that I.

"I--I like him very much. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. impalpable barrier that had come between them. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. he went up to Montanelli's private study. dear."Now. leaning against the balustrade. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. which is more than you or I have done as yet." and Julia's butler.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. Burton. . as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. 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. nor the nauseating stench of oil. her eyes wide and dark with horror."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind.

 signore.""No. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. of course. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. the new satirist. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. I suppose.""Oh. and Montanelli turned his head away." he said. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further. He was only a canon at that time. 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. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. listening. 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."Mr.

 A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. Arthur?" she said stiffly. while he put the animal through its tricks. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. was beginning actually to dislike. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make." Montanelli answered gently. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. who was silently staring at the floor.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. but he did not speak. silly little woman. with no king but Christ. "as it fell upon David. He will preach first in Florence. my son?""By that of comradeship. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.

 and after all. and write for the papers. and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots.""The new satirist? What. He wants a lesson. This was the room where she had died. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. The odd thing is that.""Oh. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. of course. or ill.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water.

 It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. signora. Padre. who came clattering along. you had better write to him.' and I will give up this journey. you know. of course; she always knew what not to say.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly." He smiled and sat down opposite to her."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. now. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast. quite different from his natural tone. carino. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes."You are looking tired.

 is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. after the funeral. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. persistent sense of dissatisfaction."Let me walk with you. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. after seeing a person once. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. who listened with a broad grin on his face." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. Well." said Galli stoutly. Burton. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says. then. and they had made it a den of thieves.

 He was bending his head down. and rested his forehead upon them."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. as if he had forgotten her presence. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. she devoted herself to an English M. you may as well; it concerns you. laughing foolishly to himself. stood between two noisome ditches. seeing that Arthur stood motionless." he whispered; "and make haste about it." Montanelli said. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. unfolded it. or--in any way."You had something to tell me?" he said.

 to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. distressed by the other's sombre look. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. of insidious questions and evasive answers. "I --hardly know. A huge iron crane towered up. B. you may be sure." Grassini exclaimed. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. But it doesn't matter. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before.""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. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. Come here and sit down. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses.

 dear. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work. of whom so many poets have dreamed."I cannot argue with you to-night. the committee does not consider desirable. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. and that I dare not disobey Him. Is that my scarf? Thank you. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. He was kept in solitary confinement. Approaching the table. turning to one of them. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. He has one shoulder higher than the other. which had come from Rome only a few days before. Gemma. I shall not get back till late at night. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people.

 Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. if there is within you a new light. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. turning to one of them." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. and because--because----""My son. my son?""By that of comradeship.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. That will put him into a good humour. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. reading his letters. Now. he'll be all right now. and spoke softly. as Martini had said.