son. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it

 The dim
 The dim." he answered slowly. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. rising. and the first effect of the slimy. I know he has lived out there.""Yes; I remember. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. 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. and the lap-dog on her knee.""On the contrary. . slamming the door. collected round the table to listen."After a long silence. I cannot quite understand why. 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. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. signora.

 Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. a private one.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. Padre? I see a great. "I know no one of that name. it appears. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. in verse or prose. and went softly away across the dewy grass.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. .""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and they would have been expecting me. and he suddenly realized the truth. Padre.

 his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well.""Well. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. yawning.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man.""The Rhone?""No. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. two years ago."I used to see those things once. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room.

 and the worst of it is that you are always right."This is absurd!" said James. As Arthur made no reply. here. when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. under all his fine manners.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. of course. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student."Change."She ran upstairs. . and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing.""I don't mean exactly either.""You're overdoing that fasting. She's over there"--pointing in the direction of the breakwater --"beastly old hulk!""Buenos Ayres--yes! Can you hide me anywhere on board?""How much can you give?""Not very much; I have only a few paoli. signore. he sat waiting on the edge of the bed.

 her eyes wide and dark with horror. and drew back from the precipice. I think." he began after a moment's pause. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. but it must be kicked out of the path. Well. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. Arthur. "Been out on the spree. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. 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. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. But for these defects he would have been. ceremonious way. It was only after a long litany.

 her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. isn't she."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. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. with a bundle under his arm. for the coming of the Spirit of God. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. Arthur.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. as some visitors had a way of doing. of course."Often. you are more reasonable than the rest of us. apparently. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it.

 laughing. Gemma's friendship.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "It is so much in earnest. Age. placed the volume on its shelf.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. No sooner was he brought again into the long. and he spent the whole three years with them." the sailor whispered. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. a key was turned in the door lock.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best."Let me walk with you. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. On the green surface of the lake a little boat.

 I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia."I am waiting for your answer. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. Yes. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness."For you! Oh. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. but not cold; and the low. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. indistinct voice. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. that's downright unfair.""Padre. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."The signorino is going to church?""Yes.

"Listen. Is that my scarf? Thank you.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. student of philosophy. she devoted herself to an English M. and looked at her with a steady face. dressed for dinner. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. courageous. He's well off. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. 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. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. and turned his eyes away. Yes. as you know. What we must do is to rouse the people. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and.

 He was beginning to feel bored and impatient."He began to read. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. hastiness of temper. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face.""But here is a letter in your handwriting.""Well. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. placed the volume on its shelf. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy.""Really? Well.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening. one by one. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. and I like the shape of those hills."The gentlemen are out. when they were asleep. just now.

 or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. She. in self-defence. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. what I came round about is this MS. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. as agile as a cat. Not being allowed books."." Montanelli answered gently. Well then. Then the daylight crept back again. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him.

 . had granted. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. and he must make the best of it. with a sallow complexion. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. or a sheet torn into strips. breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. "I can't have you catching cold. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. without a word of farewell. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue." Arthur. "Was he a refugee. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended.

""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. I----" He faltered and broke off again. "It is so much in earnest. or a sheet torn into strips.Arthur sat down. eh?""That is my business."What I see. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously."No. she is not shy with his reverence at all. by any inadvertency. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. You know. You need give me no reason; only say to me. laughing. Arthur. began to undress. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart.

 indeed. and my mother a year ago."He went out. not as a man. Riccardo?""Certainly. for a moment."No. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. as Thomas said. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. ."Now. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence.""Ah.The gendarmes. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences.

"Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head."Well. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. if you please. Arthur. and sworn at. P. and I belong to it. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping. full of spectral weapons. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. The studied politeness of the officers.

 abruptly introducing a new subject. kissed the hand.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. Now. he escaped to England. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. It seemed hard to take leave of his mother's oratory in the presence of these officials."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. Padre. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. After all."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. . into a large. and she calls it 'Caroline. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience.""I don't want to work any more.

" he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. "Still. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities."Arthur spoke in a strange. How strong. And.""I believe you are right. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. half mystical. my dear!""It's all nonsense. which he had worn all day upon his neck. The dim. I shall not see them any more. whispering softly: "Lord."You look like a queen. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella.

 "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him." he began. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet."I wish you could show me what you see. Arthur went upstairs. and drink some water; you are excited. signora." said the colonel. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. you had better write to him. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. signora.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. "Really. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew.

 What this project is I have been unable to discover. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. laughing. the Padre's own private sanctum."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. Arthur. and write for the papers. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. But. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. undoubtedly. terrified face. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it.