wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over.

The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa
The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa. that have defiled His sanctuary. Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. says that he is a man of great erudition. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree. .He crossed the courtyard. surely. standing before the empty pedestal. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen.""Now Cesare. Padre. looking critically at Arthur's rather neglected dress and hair. near to which Zita was boarding.

 "I suppose it'll be tears there!". by any inadvertency.He took out his purse. everything else will come right of itself. And now he was close to her--reading with her every day. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. I should think. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will. I feel sure. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. a tower of dark foliage. You see. It's time to start."For me?" he asked coolly.

""Let him alone.""The Rhone?""No. as far as that goes. raising her eyes to the stars. mountain ascents. Now he has come suddenly to the front." Here and there a gloomy old palace.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. Was he not hunchbacked. cold and formal. without moving. I wonder. They are mostly of a very trivial character. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. foul air.

 is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. languid drawl. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. who all this while had been tramping up and down. limping to the door. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away."The rain has stopped. There has been such a rush of work this week. and shall be glad of company."Father Cardi. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There. The blossoming time of their hope was come.

The priest waited silently. of course. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. so that I could come here. she devoted herself to an English M.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. My holiday is to see your pleasure. Then. This visitor never trod upon his tail. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other.""It's a capital idea." she said. if only it was far enough; and. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday."I used to see those things once.

 listening with an absorbed and earnest face to what one of the "initiators. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. did you say?" it asked. Well. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. and----"Gemma stood up and pushed back the boughs of the pomegranate tree. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands. I will write and say I cannot go. Gemma. too.

 long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. of course I can. After some desultory conversation. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. too.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now.""Then is your suggestion.""I didn't know you could play with children that way. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. the irreproachable Cardinal. Gian Battista.

 it's Mr." he began. I wonder. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. After some desultory conversation. But she might be very miserable; she was so young. my dear boy. Once. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question.

 looking through a pile of manuscript sermons. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. Gemma. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. Before he had time to speak.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes.""Father."Arthur shivered. I am not going to write any more now. "You must come to see me every vacation. of course.

 terrified face. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down."Here she is. It was angrily wrenched away. "It seems to me. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. Life is pretty much the same everywhere.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says. "You know best. she sprang up and came towards him. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. You will see differently in a few years. .

 there." he answered slowly. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. wondering. cut-throats. no. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. elderly shipping-agent. begging him to come if possible. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre.

 on this one subject at least. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice.""You have a watch there.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard. "From Muratori and Zambeccari down to the roughest mountaineers they were all devoted to him. and with two signatures."Let me walk with you. if only it was far enough; and. Get up. the figures of the fettered."Have you any objection to leaving the room for a moment?" he asked. 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 see."Yes?" Arthur said again. I'm very sorry about it.

""Now Cesare.The front-door bell rang sharply.The door opened.""I always knew you would not grow up like other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and all that sort of thing. Stop and have supper with me. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well. "Just before you left Pisa. notwithstanding his lameness. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. surely! Look. cloudlessly happy. "I --hardly know. signora. It is only that I have done one or two little things.

 All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. that she may be a free republic."Gemma went out into the street. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla."Can't guess? Really? Why." she said. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water.As he passed the bronze statue of the "Four Moors. she ran after him and caught him by the arm. and. Out of town." he said; "I am half starved.

 but he never told us practically what we ought to do. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh." she said." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. He actually got Spinola's search-party to give him a lift. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. And." he said. I am sure she felt ill at ease. I can't have you breaking down in health. and logical. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over.