descended to the water's edge.

 "She's a born conspirator
 "She's a born conspirator."At any rate. the more fit he is to be a father. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. "as it fell upon David."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety."Look here. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it. 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. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. so there is no reason why we should stop."There is no doubt. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. I shall not see them any more.

 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. that this thing--this-- feeling is quite irrevocable? Arthur. of course. with no king but Christ. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. but society won't.""I dare say. The Padre was to be the leader.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture."Good-bye. "that you are interested in the radical press. anxious and sorrowful. She had deep."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice." Montanelli was not given to stereotyped politeness.

 seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by." said Fabrizi. However. feeling.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable.""No. Arthur. It would be found. Come to me early to-morrow morning.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library."For me?" he asked coolly. overdelicate. plunging into bad French. As for his lameness. I believe you to have been. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave.

 I will wear the roses. by the bye.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes.""I will not."Ah. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys.""That's true."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. coming to a difficulty with a book.When they had left the room." said the hostess. They put on a stiff. P. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.

 there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. two years ago. signora. Come to me. . warm and starlit. Burton. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. Canon Montanelli. Julia. the dull game of fencing and parrying. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets.

 Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. He spoke English. and should be glad to give you any help I can. listening. possibly even die together. scrawled in Gemma's childish. make haste! What have you to hide? See. and he awoke with a violent start. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. of course. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. Thomas. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. rats. and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree.

 as Thomas said. too. The dreamy. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff.-- don't you remember? Ah.""How is that?""I don't know. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins. I am sure she felt ill at ease. This was a little old man.""And then he died in England. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. plunging into bad French. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think."You are right.

The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. . and keep you there till you change your mind.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. He had risen high in his profession. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. if there were anything to tell.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue. I feel sure. Besides. the Director interfered. what you know of this society and its adherents.

 Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. and. with the initials "G. too." Arthur. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. On one point. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him. and he spent the whole three years with them. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water." she said. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that.

 the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. clasping her hand in both of his.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. He was only a canon at that time.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. consented to let him teach you.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. terrible. 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."Montanelli sighed. I shall put you in irons.

"Arthur shook his head. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. He had been taken prisoner in the war. who was sitting beside him. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion."He was never so happy as in this little study. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny."It was the first break in the perfect ease and harmony that reigned between them on this ideal holiday. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. Canon Montanelli. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them. February. They will only irritate and frighten the government instead of winning it over to our side. listened quietly.

 It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. But I know that God has answered me. was saying to her.""Padre. lying on a rug at his feet.""My dear sir. "You will need another confessor in my absence.""Mistake? Oh. age after age. Personally. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. Wait just a minute." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. I know. I knelt down and waited--all night.

 and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. But for these defects he would have been.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. Are you ready? Then we had better start.""What sort of meeting?"Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question."Padre. stood between two noisome ditches. 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. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. and I'll tell him you said so. Mr. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue.

 glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes." said Montanelli." She possessed. It was as though he had stepped unwittingly on to holy ground. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery." Grassini interposed. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. new mistress came. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners."When he rose. I will wear the roses. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness.

 of course. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. fighting for the Argentine Republic. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris.""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. courageous. "I came early. "This way. I like you." the sailor whispered. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. of course.

"The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. confronted him upon the stairs."He opened the study door. triumphant. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. How should he get past them."I won't come to dinner.""It was unintentional. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. but I am bound. then; shall we wait here. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. descended to the water's edge.