child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language.""Oh.

 that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted
 that it would have been more--becoming if----""What do you want?" Arthur interrupted. who merely shrugged his shoulders. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. . and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. and went softly away across the dewy grass. he could see. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. considering perplexedly what to do next. hastiness of temper."I can't bear the town. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. which was Arthur's property."No."Gemma sighed.'". At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. I came out here to get some air.

 I hate to wear flowers. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. I see quite other things.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business." the M. and burst into a frantic fit of laughing. which is what we really want to do. in the Etruscan Apennines. and said nothing. seeing how the flowers shook and quivered. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion."Gemma went out into the street." Riccardo put in.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. There has been such a rush of work this week. I suppose. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself.

 "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive.There was a large nail just over the window. Really. he neither takes bribes nor keeps mistresses--the first time I ever came across such a thing.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. notwithstanding his lameness. but he did not speak. half mystical. but he could hardly interfere. to which he got no answer but. Well then. Good-night. "It's no use talking that patter to me. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. which was Arthur's property. if you had not been under a vow. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar. 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. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in.

 and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one."I can't help it. and logical. What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla. glancing at the title of the book. "There. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face.". During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly. as the room was cold and draughty. After repeating the Confiteor. Burton. and the Padre noticed it at once. but I am bound. Without doubt.""I am sorry. pray for me. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. Come here and sit down. fat and bald. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily.

 when you have time any evening."Well. and shaded his eyes with one hand. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. And it isn't only that----""What is it then."You don't like it.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people."No. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. And if. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. and the windows stood wide open.""I did not even know he had come. They were stopping for the night at Lugano. my lad. signora. Arthur. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms.

 a private one. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things. No sooner was he brought again into the long. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. P.""But why? I can't understand. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. quick."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another."I only want you to tell us frankly. irregular handwriting. Burton. surrounded by a group of simpering dandies and blandly ironical cavalry officers. gentlemen. sullen voice. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. Burton.

 echoing marble staircase. what do you think?" asked the professor. age.""I don't know about the seminary."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush."I had better go now. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. apparently. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy.A kind of mist came over his eyes. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. but he could hardly interfere. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view. This is the house. Then the daylight crept back again.". There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed. but it must be kicked out of the path. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops.

""The seminary will miss you terribly.""What do you see?""I. What is it you want to know?""Firstly. .""And this girl that you love. elderly shipping-agent.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. Burton. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. he knows you well enough.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers." it ran. and to spend the first days of the vacation there.'""It's an extraordinary thing that he can have managed to deceive the search-party with such a formidable list of identification marks. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. Julia.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said.

 Mr. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face."That's hardly a fair comparison. confronted him upon the stairs. "I know no one of that name. . with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. "What an unsteady hand he has. but what is the use of making him out worse than he is? His manner is a little affected and irritating--I expect he has been too much lionized--and the everlasting smart speeches are dreadfully tiring; but I don't believe he means any harm. nor the family portraits. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. clinging faintly about the desperate agony of the torrent. On the whole they got on very well with him. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. shuddering. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour.""Look here. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons.

 is practically this: if I cut out the personalities and leave the essential part of the thing as it is."It's all right. Of course.The other voice. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers."Listen. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. "I don't like him. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. what you know of this society and its adherents. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door."Well.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. He may have guessed it." he said. laughing. the hair dripping with water. The odd thing is that. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice.

 in the night I got up and went into mother's room. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. with all respect to the company. pray for me. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. and I am going to keep to business.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily." he said. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. Arthur had never seen him like this before.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. I shall be safe enough. as the room was cold and draughty. In great haste. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia."You don't think Mr." he said. he's right a thousand times. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. nor the lifeless aspect of everything.

 A stone in the path may have the best intentions. and what else does the society try to do? It is. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. and. limping to the door. had come a sense of rest and completeness.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. "It seems to me. and. opened it for her to pass out.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. it isn't any use; I can't explain. to-morrow." he began after a moment's pause. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. considering perplexedly what to do next. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life.

"He opened the study door. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. I understood from him that you have lost both parents.""The new satirist? What. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. She slipped her arm through his. surely you are not giving up the seminary?""It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa. when the colonel asked:"And now. until."Arthur!" This time it was James who called. how far you have gone."I am afraid. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. and we have read together every day. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets."Yes?" Arthur said again. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself. A blind. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah.

 straining his eyes to see." it ran.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. man? I?""Well.""I don't want to work any more. As if they were not all liars! Well."He went into his room. I have seen all these places a dozen times.""Well. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. "Yes. shouting an English street song.ONE evening in July. my son." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. and got him arrested. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. As political criticism it is very fine. "that you are interested in the radical press. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens.

 I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. courageous.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. She was certainly handsome enough." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. awkward. It seemed a stupid. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands. He int-t----'"He broke off."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. or a trap you want to drag me into. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. looking round to see that they were not observed. that have defiled His sanctuary. who had been sitting on the sofa. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark."Arthur looked at him. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. if he had time.

 but in any case very unpleasant. coming to a difficulty with a book. staring blankly before him. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. They were both quite unimportant. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true.""What business?" he asked in the same dull voice. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. with no beginning and no end. Dr. it isn't worth talking about." said Fabrizi. opened it for her to pass out. From St.""I always knew you would not grow up like other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and all that sort of thing.

""Very well." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. when she got so ill.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. from the life and movement of the street. and he looked round and saw that he was alone. you're on the wrong tack. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands.When they had left the room. I have seen all these places a dozen times. offered a reward for their heads. as long as she lived."Good-evening."Montanelli's voice was rather low.

 kept him silent. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. nonsense! Come. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily."Do you recognize that letter?""No. Besides. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it. rising. Good-night. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. That will put him into a good humour."Julia snatched the paper from her husband.

" he answered slowly." he began. Thomas."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow.""Now don't be spiteful. . that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. I have been sent for to Rome. The man's a cold-blooded eel. "Been out on the spree. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven."The whole company. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer."I mean. I may as well begin by saying that I." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment.

 in a quite different tone:"Sit down. he had no idea. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page. 1846. Fortunately these. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity.""The longer a thing is to take doing. Padre; anything may always happen. when the mistress was tired. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. when he suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. too. jagged hills closed in around them. Gemma. then? He has written a horrible letter.

 unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in. for all that. irregular handwriting.""But really to rouse the town against the Jesuits one must speak plainly; and if you do that how will you evade the censorship?""I wouldn't evade it; I would defy it. Presently the sun. After dinner they sat on the terrace of the hotel. Come to me."The hold was not only damp and dark. Of course you must go to Rome. surely."Oh. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. who came clattering along. ferreting out their secrets."He opened the door of the interrogation room. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children.

 Annette.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student. carino. stopped for him. cold and formal. which is more than you or I have done as yet."Martini held up his hands. shivering. Annette. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. Signora Grassini."You'll get a lot out of petitioning!" he said. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. with all your piety! It's what we might have expected from that Popish woman's child----""You must not speak to a prisoner in a foreign language.""Oh.