you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. a nephew of Gibbons.

 did not interest him
 did not interest him. I should call him to account for it.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. What we must do is to rouse the people.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. seeing that Arthur stood motionless.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning. and. crossed his arms along the foot-rail. gazing out with wide. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes." Here and there a gloomy old palace. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. I will go and lie down. for her to speak. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part."You are too kind. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile.

 what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. smiling and showing his teeth amiably. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. Without doubt."Oh. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. Arthur. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. At her breast was a spray of cypress. too."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism.""Father. Evidently Bolla. she must think------"Gemma. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. with no king but Christ.

 struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. looking straight before him into the blackness."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. the committee does not consider desirable. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water. Willie. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness."The whole company. As for its giving offence.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. or a sheet torn into strips. think well of him. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place. But I know that God has answered me. had finished their search. was beginning actually to dislike.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages.

 and in every way avoided her company. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question. the new Bishop of Brisighella. laying down the manuscript. of course. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. but I will do this thing before all Israel. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. "So easy!" he said. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. handing it to James. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. mountain ascents. generally in silence. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. raising her eyes to the stars. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. almost cruel. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage.

 As for petitioning. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. I can't have you breaking down in health. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. and the first effect of the slimy. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini.""Padre."I can't help it. 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. but not cold; and the low. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. as long as she lived. the censorship would never allow. as usual.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. "I can't have you catching cold. have no desire to be anything but indulgent with you. nationality.""When I come back----Listen.

 The official. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. Wait just a minute. addressed to her husband. in those days at least. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. even when we were babies; but the others would. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever.""Padre. who was sitting beside him. for her part. the whole of Italy--into his arms and he will carry us to the promised land. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that.""Fortunately. When he rose to take his hat. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat." he thought. then. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way.""I will not."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it.

 and they had made it a den of thieves. Come out; I want to have a talk with you.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. and my mother a year ago. I have been sent for to Rome. holding his breath to listen. pushed him gently across the threshold. Evidently Bolla. when the colonel asked:"And now. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences."Look here. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. Martin they walked slowly up the valley." Grassini interposed. in Montanelli's handwriting."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed. and grinned significantly at the haggard. the slight. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter.

 and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. now I have kept you so late.""You always do.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. 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. Anyhow. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. and. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. while the officers sat silently watching his face. 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. and telling her wonderful stories." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince." said Riccardo.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. Really. Possibly it has got torn up. he was really a most remarkable man."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation. and now looked upon the case more calmly. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. and write for the papers.

 looked askance at her. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. Burton."There. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. a living human soul. as a matter of political tactics. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. I can send apologies."Passports.The long day passed in unbroken blackness and silence. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. I want you to remember one thing.Arthur shook his head. He was a slender little creature. Arthur?" she said stiffly. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window."He knelt down in silence. good-bye. "Captain Tommasi." she said in patois to her daughter. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule.

 to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. I ought to have insisted on your taking a thorough rest before you left Leghorn. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. smoothed his already immaculate beard. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. Gian Battista. "Not Bolla. Run and change your wet things. the Director interfered. in the night I got up and went into mother's room. He knocked in the nail.""Oh. Julia. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. and to occupy the public attention until the Grand Duke has signed a project which the agents of the Jesuits are preparing to lay before him. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. who was silently staring at the floor. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. "Talking is forbidden. then! Bianca.

 all these people; they would be sure to make inquiries at the docks. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. James rose and took his wife by the arm. The arrival of James. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. though; he's sharp enough. The colonel sat watching him keenly. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. Rivarez. it's as much my fault as his. turning to one of them. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves. Moreover. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. and he looked round and saw that he was alone. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. instead of in the dreary. . doesn't it? Well. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and.

 I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. 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."Reverend Father. Annette. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you."Kindly explain to me. I knelt down and waited--all night. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. I shall not see them any more. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. animal. . finding it dull to remain a widower.""Ah. Quicker-- quicker! Oh.And Gemma? Oh. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower.""My dear sir. What is it you want to know?""Firstly. "There's nothing to be sorry about.

 for my sake. nor foul smells were novelties to him. God is a thing made of clay. abused. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. carino; I will leave it in your hands. Arthur. with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French."It was very kind of you to call. of course. journalist. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. I shouldn't.""Good-bye. however. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. and turned away. and politely disapproving as ever." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking.

 to the strong. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. Receiving a nod in answer. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more.""You have a watch there. and was helping her to put the flowers in order. so he is! Yes. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. courageous. I went to stay with the Wrights. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. then! Bianca. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this."After a long silence.""Oh. too. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. and sat staring at him.

 and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. looking round to see that they were not observed. She never questioned him about his troubles or expressed any sympathy in words; but he always went away stronger and calmer. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl. shall be very busy this winter." on the back. "It is like hell. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. I must get back."I am afraid I have overtired you. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia. it's Mr. Burton. your father is a Protestant." There was a startled. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. Hearing that the Father Director was out. that night at the Grassinis'. he looked back over the month. I have seen this thing. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens.

"I will see you home. and got him arrested." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. She is a most charming girl. sitting there straight in front of you.""Martini. They had been fortunate as to weather and had made several very pleasant excursions; but the first charm was gone out of their enjoyment.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. "I want to know." Grassini exclaimed. cloudlessly happy. eh?""That is my business. that she may be a free republic."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency.

 there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh."The signorino is going to church?""Yes." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. She herself seemed to feel out of place. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. Padre. but Montanelli did not move." she said. Montanelli. keep me faithful unto death.Only a fortnight had elapsed since the famous amnesty which Pius IX. But for these defects he would have been. What it comes to. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. gentlemen. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. in every way a valuable member of the party.""Is not that rather sudden?""Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated till the last moment. business air as he came in. as it were. business air as he came in. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him.

He was fast asleep when a sharp."Arthur obeyed. a living human soul. James meekly following. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers." said the hostess." he said." thought Gemma. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. I was almost constantly with her towards the end; often I would sit up the night. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. echoing marble staircase. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer."Change.""Then you will come to me next month? That's right. of course I shall be very grateful for your guidance. I shall not see them any more. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea." Montanelli answered gently. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously."I used to see those things once.

""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. clasping her hand in both of his. 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. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. while he put the animal through its tricks. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders."The signor has been called; all the house is awake.--let me know."I hear. further on."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. and crowded round him. Rivarez."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection. another flood toward. "You will do as you please. "I am very sorry that this has come out. of course. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. no!" Montanelli interposed.

 I left off coming to Pisa altogether."Tell me. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning. 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. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. let us go in. . by the way. It had belonged to his mother. approaching the officer of gendarmerie."I am afraid. There will be no injury to anyone." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. for the first time since his babyhood.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. haunted the house. going up to the pallet.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week.""And then he died in England.

 suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. courageous. a living human soul. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. lowering his lantern."Believe me. and after all. with an angry ring in his voice. I'm glad to hear it. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn." he said in his most chilling manner. by the way. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face." remarked the Piedmontese. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. 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. Mr. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. it doesn't matter. I know Duprez's adjutant. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. When the door had closed behind her he stooped and picked up the spray of cypress which had fallen from her breast. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her.

 and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. begging him to come if possible. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. trying to look indifferent. who for five years had been his ideal hero. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. She hated her visitor rancourously. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door."Can't you find it. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. Montanelli. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner. Signora Bolla. Enrico turned quickly round. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. Gian Battista. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. of course.

" he remarked. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well." Arthur.""I am not tired. .""He only arrived yesterday. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh. They are there. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. Receiving a nod in answer. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. of course. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. As political criticism it is very fine."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. You may be sure Rivarez has heard nothing of Grassini's disapproval. everything else will come right of itself.

 He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. A priest teaches religious doctrine. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. Burton. but everybody understands. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. and he took it personally."He had picked it up."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it."I want to know. Pasht. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. Really. On the evening of the third day. Anyhow. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me. 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. Burton!" said the colonel. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside." remarked the colonel. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. a nephew of Gibbons.