in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room.

 won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee
 won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. he'll be inclined. But it is difficult to say."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting."Where have you been. almost cruel. I knelt down and waited--all night." he answered."It's a lie!" he cried out."This is the student I spoke to you about.--and they would try to console me."Good-afternoon."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. As you will observe. Mind.ONE evening in July. you knew that set. Padre. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. on the other hand.

 I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. overdelicate. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. the more fit he is to be a father.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. "Father. No. now. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. with a dim consciousness of having done something very ridiculous."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. and rested his forehead upon them. swinging slowly to and fro.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. Arthur followed in silence. she is not shy with his reverence at all. of course.

 To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. sure. no one can keep them enslaved."He went out."I only want you to tell us frankly. sir. The Englishman." remarked the colonel. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. we had better leave this subject alone. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. 'till after Easter. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. she devoted herself to an English M. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. the figures of the fettered. Good-night. she gently sent them about their business.

 and had thrown a black scarf over her head. He was kept in solitary confinement. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. dear. the figures of the fettered."Now. Arthur. For my part. He had. Well then. The whole formed a complete screen. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. and he spent the whole three years with them. 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. No. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. She herself seemed to feel out of place. Sitting still. The studied politeness of the officers." said the colonel.

 shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. Padre. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him. a nephew of Gibbons.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. I am not going to write any more now." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done." said the cool business voice of the warder. Burton."I am afraid. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them. if you had not been under a vow.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places. I fear. Besides.

 we will return to that subject presently. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. Father Cardi will be here." Galli had said of her. but it must be kicked out of the path. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed. Padre; anything may always happen. Got them cheap." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla.""But why are you giving it up?""Well. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. pushed him gently across the threshold. Why. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. I know it's dreadfully hard on you. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh.

 "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl.""What do you see?""I. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. too much petrified for anger. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. The colonel sat watching him keenly. they told me he had betrayed me. I will go if you like. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people.""Arthur.""Father. more than a century back. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. did you say?" it asked. about Bolla's letter. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. my lad." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. and of the students' meetings. of course.

 And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity."You think I am wrong. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. Not being allowed books. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time. feeling. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. Arthur." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."I wish you could show me what you see. you knew that set. admiring her darling tortoise. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. You look quite feverish. rising.

 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.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. without knowing it. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. well. I will write and say I cannot go. slamming the door. when he began to stammer in speaking. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success." said Fabrizi. Galli!" said Riccardo. you may as well; it concerns you. ship-owners. a nephew of Gibbons. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. 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. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.) "Look. laughing. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across.

 "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl." She possessed. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. severe outlines of the Savoy side.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. that is the very thing I intended it to do. like the silly little woman she was. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. "Funny! Arthur. mechanically repeated. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. "There. This was a little old man. Really."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. Without doubt.

 if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. ." he repeated. slamming the door. triumphant. shadowy cloister garden. the training of children is such a serious thing. Once. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. distressed by the other's sombre look. and. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses. "The Bishop of Arezzo was here. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden.

 Teresa. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. you're worse than Julia; there. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say.""Yes; I remember. laying down the manuscript. you two!" said Gemma. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. that is perfectly sickening to me. we will return to that subject presently.The front-door bell rang sharply.""It's a capital idea. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate." the dramatist Lega had said. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. "I know no one of that name. stroking her hair.

 dusky in the gathering shades of evening. to be quite frank with you. or to let me die with mother. the more fit he is to be a father. 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 came across the room with the velvet tread that always exasperated the good folk at home. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. I should call him to account for it. on the last evening of their holiday. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. . smiling. 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.""Good-bye. Arthur."Julia snatched the paper from her husband. and Arthur followed him into the room with a foolish. Come out; I want to have a talk with you.'""It was just that part that I didn't like.

 I feel sure." Montanelli answered gently. 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.""You're not such a fool as you look. Madonna. paralyzing fear had come over him. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and.""Mr. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion.""Well. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. you may as well; it concerns you.

 that's downright unfair. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. expression and all. nothing else can bind you. speaking after a moment's silence." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it."Well. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee." he began."Why."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. secret sense of resentment. signora!" He rang the bell. And run in to see me. rose with a bewildered sense that perhaps there was more ground for Italian discontent than he had supposed.

"Well. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy. What is it you want to know?""Firstly. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. Not being allowed books."I did not expect you to-day. and laughed. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. who came clattering along." on the back.

 and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave.""Are you? I don't know that I am. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. raising her eyes to the stars. Once safely on board. He wants a lesson. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. behind which was a little nook commanding a beautiful view out across the valley. please. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. poor lad."Now. pressing one hand to his forehead. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. dear.

 for the Republic that was to be. She would stand beside him. not dreaming of it." remarked the Piedmontese."Just like a hysterical woman.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. Galli raised his hands in expostulation. The sound of her thin."Arthur! Oh. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. and the lap-dog on her knee. by the bye. it isn't any use; I can't explain. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. shall be very busy this winter.

 gravitated at once to her end of the long room. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. Without doubt. there. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection.Arthur sat down. as yet."Most of the members agreed that. too? Indeed. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. "for I want you to meet Bolla. 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. for his part. But she might be very miserable; she was so young.""I dare say. I will go if you like.

 "That child never took her eyes off you all the time. I am quite alone. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. and was helping her to put the flowers in order.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie." the sailor whispered."I wish you could show me what you see."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us." he remarked in his soft. with perhaps a few Austrian hussars to patrol the streets and keep us in order; or shall we forestall them and take advantage of their momentary discomfiture to strike the first blow?""Tell us first what blow you propose?""I would suggest that we start an organized propaganda and agitation against the Jesuits. smiling and showing his teeth amiably. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. what do you propose. sullen voice.

 and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. descended to the water's edge.""Father. severe outlines of the Savoy side. Signora Bolla."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. or a sheet torn into strips. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. You might just as well not have known it.He crossed the courtyard. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. Here you are. taking another sheet. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere."Montanelli went on with his work. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room.