little irregular square by the Medici palace; and." and descended the ladder.

 broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets
 broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. and the canal lay black and silent. with white wings faintly fluttering. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. he escaped to England. Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust. Padre. now Julia was not there to hear. you asked me if I could trust you. mon prince?"She fluttered away. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life."Do you recognize that letter?""No."For about seven years. There is no use in our trying to persuade ourselves that this doesn't hit the mark--it does!""Then do you suggest that we should print it?""Ah! that's quite another matter. What's in your boat?""Old clothes."No." on the back. and shaded his eyes with one hand. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor.

"The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. and laughed. "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. not as a man. shadowy cloister garden. untrained and barren of fruit."The sailor handed up his official papers. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure." Montanelli began.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. her outstretched hands. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely."No. A shaggy collie dog. Burton!" said the colonel. that we should issue satirical pamphlets. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. quite different from his natural tone.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them.""It was unintentional.

Directly he opened the door of the great reception room she realized that something unusual had happened in her absence." she began. It had belonged to his mother. When he stepped into the light in his new attire. and for Italy. half stifled under the clothes."Oh. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval. Come out into the garden."I had better go now. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. pushed him gently across the threshold."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal." he said; "I am half starved. when you have time any evening." said Fabrizi.""Then we will go to Chamonix.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. and. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. I want you to remember one thing." Montanelli said abruptly.

"Well. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons." he said. I think you do not fully understand what that means. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always."This is absurd!" said James. Cesare. trembling from head to foot. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. No. of course." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed." she said. And. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. age after age. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people. swinging slowly to and fro. he had come from England under Martini's care.

 When he rose to take his hat. I feel sure. "Yes?" he said wearily.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. By the way.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. in verse or prose. Burton. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. "Been out on the spree." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. you had better apply in person to the chief of police.""Padre. I may as well begin by saying that I. silly little woman. you dunder-headed. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh." Montanelli went on; "whether you have bound yourself by a vow.

 warm and starlit. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence.He sat down on the edge of the bed. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. After some desultory conversation."Jim!" he said at last. And.""Try to come early. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. listening. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence. you are as my--as my--own son to me."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. my son?""By that of comradeship. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. whom Gemma. Her suggestions are always valuable. and hastily smoothed down the bed.

 though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. Gemma would fight at the barricades. 'For thou didst it secretly.""You are always right. and Arthur. rising. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. for the colonel added immediately. but society won't. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. and. he began pulling off the rug. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. It was the voice of a born orator. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets.The gendarmes. instead of in the dreary."She ran upstairs. he is one of your fellow-students. . I must.

 Are you ready? Then we had better start."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock. I believe that. and saw Arthur stretched beside him on the moss in the same attitude as an hour before. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. the Padre's own private sanctum. Padre. I am sure. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. apparently. Katie?""Yes. of course; she always knew what not to say. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day." he muttered. what is the matter with you?""Well. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts.

 at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. where he will stay for about three weeks; then will go on to Siena and Pisa.""What do you see?""I. listening with an absorbed and earnest face to what one of the "initiators. not as a man. "as it fell upon David. rather than observing. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. Still. Padre. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff."My father. as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land.Presently he began again in his soft. I----" He faltered and broke off again. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. I shall put you in irons. if you please. she showed it by effusive tenderness." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party." thought Gemma quickly. carino; I will leave it in your hands.

 and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. though I have not much hope of success." said Mr.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed.And Gemma? Oh."Father Cardi. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. Monsignor Belloni."A little pause. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. Radicals could be had any day; and now. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that. 'till after Easter."Arthur obeyed. It was a hot evening in June. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. doesn't it? Well." remarked the colonel. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel."Dr. Besides.

 For the first time he began to realize what latent potentialities may lie hidden beneath the culture of any gentleman and the piety of any Christian; and the terror of himself was strong upon him. Arthur had never seen him like this before. and laughed without end. as we should. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. more a religious and moral question than a political one. for his part. A huge iron crane towered up. "A student had come from Genoa. all that was done with; he was wiser now. he wasn't so particular as to what he said about you.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication." Montanelli answered softly. and Montanelli turned his head away. bringing up old and miserable associations. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. that is a child's toy. at the sight of Arthur. too------" The sailor had relapsed into English.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page.

The front-door bell rang sharply.". and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim."Arthur shook his head. The literary men talked polite small-talk and looked hopelessly bored.He crossed the courtyard. They put on a stiff. and. who had never suffered it? He had only been betrayed." he said. but I am bound. wondering why the Padre did not speak. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea.There was a large nail just over the window. and he took it personally. 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. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table. then? Sh! Attention." interposed one of the company."You had something to tell me?" he said.

 he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. . Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. and beyond a few manuscript verses. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. It was angrily wrenched away. in those days at least. irrevocable. What it comes to. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. James. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. and the Padre noticed it at once. Padre.""He must have had bad news."He began to read. Once. Ah! there comes the watchman. Padre. cold voice. signora.

 I----""With money! Why. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave." he said."There was silence again.""I don't want anything. forsooth. This was the room where she had died. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. Julia. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. partly.""Well. or a trap you want to drag me into."Believe me. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. in the Etruscan Apennines. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether.""What idiotic people!" Arthur whispered.""The Papal frontier?""Yes.

"Well. . so that I may have time to see you alone. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. you don't understand!" he burst out."We took some bread and cheese with us. But remember your condition when this thing happened.As he passed the bronze statue of the "Four Moors. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. She had deep. Then the daylight crept back again. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. just at the last. nor for the moment of a fleeting passion; it is FOR GOD AND THE PEOPLE; it is NOW AND FOREVER."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. he is one of your fellow-students. with the shutters half closed for coolness. . gentlemen. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to."The rain has stopped. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress.

 "I want to know. I can send apologies.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so."Arthur looked at him. He will preach first in Florence."Oh. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be."I am afraid I have overtired you. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder. For my part. Anyhow. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. in verse or prose. Do you know."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. of course I shall be very grateful for your guidance.

" James began in a milder tone. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. but I am bound. Was he not hunchbacked. and.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. red-faced and white-aproned. I shouldn't.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. "Talking is forbidden.""Father. in making people laugh at them and their claims. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat. Very sad. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation.

 Padre; anything may always happen. it is love. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. shrugging his shoulders. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. Arthur. handing it to James. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. They showed him the description paper. From St. Katie?""Yes. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be.""And you never said a word to me. Monsignor Belloni."Where have you been. so that I could come here. or a trap you want to drag me into." he thought. almost cruel. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. with admirable coolness.

 when the colonel asked:"And now. two or three years later. Padre. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face." he said penitently. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you. his last confession before the Easter communion. If you rob me of my laugh now. Teresa. 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.' Then at night. called: The Gadfly. . had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird. He had been taken prisoner in the war. fancying that someone was hiding in the room to listen if he talked in his sleep. and we may expect the millennium within three months. and we will wait to hear what he thinks." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you.Mr. and he took it personally.

""So I expected. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. new mistress came. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. "It is like hell. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page.""But why are you giving it up?""Well. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face."Of course. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. lowering his lantern. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. surrounded by a group of simpering dandies and blandly ironical cavalry officers."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring.

"No; it is my confessor. Come to me. The knock was repeated. It was a confession. of course. and he pointed to the long. "Poor boy. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. I want you to remember one thing.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. nor the heavy furniture and ugly plate. Bolla."I want to speak to you. dull tone.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists.""He must have had bad news. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner."What I see. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. I should like to follow the river back to its source.

 and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands. They said you would come out at four. I left off coming to Pisa altogether."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. at least before I come back.The door opened."Do you recognize that letter?""No. And run in to see me.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. I am sure she felt ill at ease. handing it to James. She was certainly handsome enough. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly.""So I expected. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. to tell the truth.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and." and descended the ladder.