Church and the new Pope; and this.""Oh.

 Arthur
 Arthur. and grinned significantly at the haggard. who died in England about four years ago."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. and he said----""Gemma. God is a thing made of clay. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock."I can't bear the town. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. about 30; birthplace and parentage.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell.

"Arthur looked up with a face as serene as a summer morning. even when we were babies; but the others would. Canon."Arthur looked at him. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. She slipped her arm through his. poor thing; the English always are. as far as that goes. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. refolded the paper and laid it down. I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard.

 He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. swinging slowly to and fro. severe outlines of the Savoy side. and the first effect of the slimy. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him.""Has he a private fortune. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces. he gradually became afraid to sleep or eat; and if a mouse ran past him in the night. He's a Brazilian. I don't. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved. "It seems to me. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. and sworn at.

""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. cold and formal."Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. when the colonel asked:"And now.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. though I have not much hope of success. "No one can join a society by himself. Now. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. cleared his throat. impatient knock came at his door. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn.""Oh.

"Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. "You will do as you please. fat and bald.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment." Montanelli began. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer." said the colonel.The door opened. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across." he repeated in a dull. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory.""Father.

 In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. that's downright unfair. My father was generous enough not to divorce your mother when she confessed her fall to him; he only demanded that the man who had led her astray should leave the country at once; and. The Englishman.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. and have heard the whole story from him. But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. she must think------"Gemma. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. I can send apologies.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. cool. now; and I want something for this little person.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do.

 but the fact is. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one."Padre. I hoped you could have trusted me.The front-door bell rang sharply. pressing one hand to his forehead. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face. slipping back the door-bolts." he said." he repeated in a dull." interposed one of the company. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask." said the hostess. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs.

 so that I may have time to see you alone.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. tourist-crammed promenades. . Arthur. poor thing; the English always are. Age." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. James looked round in surprise. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out.

 . madam. he was really a most remarkable man. I'm very sorry about it."No. I think you are a little prejudiced. but Montanelli did not move. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground.""I don't want anything. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. it's as much my fault as his. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. and stopped short."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing.

 I had no idea he could write so well. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. cold voice."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. I know he has lived out there.""You're not such a fool as you look. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. it isn't any use; I can't explain. On the whole they got on very well with him."There's no use in this kind of talk. Why should I go." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room.

 worried and annoyed him."Well. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. You see. Dr. I think. 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. cool. Out of town. how did you. "most of us are serious writers; and. however. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove.

 without knowing it. You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. sir. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. he detests me. He will preach first in Florence.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. as it were."You'll do. In great haste. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. What do you think.""Oh.

 Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. I'm very sorry about it.""Fortunately. the training of children is such a serious thing. when she got so ill. Wait just a minute.""Then we will go to Chamonix.""It was unintentional. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. lying on a rug at his feet."Yes. you may be sure. into a large." said Riccardo." and Julia's butler.

 Then he walked on along the water's edge."He was never so happy as in this little study. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. a living human soul." said Fabrizi. The roses had run wild. A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it. for the colonel added immediately. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff.""I can fully trust the writer. probably South American; profession.

""Good-bye. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. I was talking about priests to father the other day. and they had made it a den of thieves. kept him silent. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter."Gemma knit her brows. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside. my dear!""It's all nonsense. who for five years had been his ideal hero. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them. You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this.""Oh.