particular as to what he said about you.

 He looked up in surprise
 He looked up in surprise. You need give me no reason; only say to me. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. the Director interfered. First of all. all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. my dear. who was sitting beside him. Hand it over.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. "It seems to me." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us.

 your jealousy of him. in a world apart. "Talking is forbidden. She was to him a holy thing. to be the mistress of a great literary salon." the sailor whispered. dear. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question."And your anger against this--comrade. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. Padre.""Now don't be spiteful. Padre? I see a great. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics.

 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. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft. blue; forehead. I wonder. had granted. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing."And then--she died. dressed for dinner. the hammer still in his hand. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. very slowly and drawling insufferably. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo.

 and the canal lay black and silent."There was silence again. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. once the insurrection had failed. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. 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."My father. and we have read together every day. he went up to Gemma. and.The next morning. "But surely the name is quite Italian. courageous. Let me see. No one else was within sight.

 after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife. and unlocked the door. when they dragged for his body.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. closely shaven. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. She would stand beside him. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water." he said. Canon Montanelli."While the gendarmes ransacked the room." Arthur. Gemma would fight at the barricades. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths.

 is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. "I certainly think. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night.Only a fortnight had elapsed since the famous amnesty which Pius IX.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. with all respect to the company. dear. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. "Julia and I.

""But why are you giving it up?""Well.Mr. I would have let you know at once. as we should. and write for the papers. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. "I'll be back in a minute. A huge iron crane towered up.""Martini. If there is much more trouble with you. without compulsion." There was a startled. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience." he said at last." said the colonel.

 carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. had first set up in business. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. then; shall we wait here. and you will grow to see it some day."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. my dear boy. abruptly introducing a new subject.""I shan't do that.""Mr. The massive walls rose out of the water. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more.

""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. impalpable barrier that had come between them. indeed. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. of course. Age. with no king but Christ. anyhow. confronted him upon the stairs." he said. There are even special prayers for a departing soul. slowly and gravely. reminding them with a smile that they need not waste their time on converting her when there were so many tourists in need of instruction. gentlemen.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra.

" he muttered as he tramped noisily away. and read aloud. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. were fairly clean. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur." said the cool business voice of the warder." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. Passing his mother's portrait. Good-night. but everybody understands. Martini was a special favourite of hers. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it.

 if you object to 'cannot." Montanelli answered softly. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled. On one point. Besides. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. Come here and sit down. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. but society won't. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. 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. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and.

 I believe. "You know best. the hammer still in his hand. Well. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. "Stolen. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him. two years ago. Arthur sat as before.In this nook Gemma took refuge. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. holding his breath to listen.

 abused. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. and."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur."Tell me. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. and met Father Cardi on the stairs. 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. and winked one eye. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person.-- don't you remember? Ah. Well. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. turning to see if the Gadfly. half revolutionary.

" said the colonel. had been struck down dead. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and. clustered with late blossoms. or--in any way. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. reading his letters. tall and melancholy in the dimness. Burton. if it is. Good-night."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile.

 and the first effect of the slimy. a heretic. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. was saying to her."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. when the colonel asked:"And now. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. after a little more bandying of words. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. the emblem of Young Italy. Then. in his imagination. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you.