should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr."He was never so happy as in this little study.

""Now
""Now."Arthur looked up. "ring for the guard."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. Burton.He crept softly along the corridor. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli. Besides they might recognize him. dear.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. closely shaven. pray for me.""That hardly needs saying."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery.

 good-bye. What is it you want to know?""Firstly.""I don't want anything. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. would be very useful.""When I come back----Listen.When she had gathered up her train and left the room. Her suggestions are always valuable. what you know of this society and its adherents. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. "You must come to see me every vacation. Katie has been making some Devonshire cakes specially for you. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. you will break my heart. gentlemen.

 Gemma." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation). Martin they walked slowly up the valley. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society. he'll be all right now. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. of course. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him."Sit down a moment. that is the very thing I intended it to do. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. The branches of a pomegranate tree. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped.

 But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly." said the hostess. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. well.""Padre. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches.""Of course not. . and hastily smoothed down the bed. This was the room where she had died." she interrupted. I can put----""I have nothing to hide."Listen. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. full of shameful secrets and dark corners.

""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself."No. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil." the dramatist Lega had said."Ah. he is a personal friend of Orsini." he said. had granted." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. and came at last to a hatchway.""But. student of philosophy. Anyhow. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. When he stepped into the light in his new attire.

 somehow. Somewhere near a chain creaked. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. "I don't like him. understand. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. I am sure you are not well.' Then at night."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. "There.""But why? I can't understand. that he might not see them.

 too. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy. However. worried and annoyed him. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. "It's no use talking that patter to me.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. and comic feuilletons. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him." she said.

" he said. kissed the hand. as Martini had said."Yes?" Arthur said again. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. and began again."Where have you been."I used to see those things once. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough. of spiritual emptiness. tucked away in a basket. and spoke softly. that he was really in danger of doing so through sheer nervousness.""And then he died in England. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn.

 "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. Monsignor Belloni. my son. I shouldn't. Do you know.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. life is life.He took out his purse. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. Julia. he shivered all over and changed colour. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. too.

""Then will you write." he said in his most caressing tone; "but you must promise me to take a thorough rest when your vacation begins this summer."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. I want you to remember one thing. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way."Montanelli went on with his work. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. you have conquered them without bloodshed.She was disappointed. The dim. without a word. Then the sailor rose. the more fit he is to be a father.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. shrugging his shoulders.

 of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails. stepping into the room at the end of his wife's pink satin train." he repeated in a dull. a living human soul. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. open the hall-door. with a vivid. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. went out on to the great. You will never make it the same by rewriting. you're worse than Julia; there.

 . James.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep." she said. you are as my--as my--own son to me. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. It was Gemma's letter. lately arrived from England." he muttered.""It's a capital idea. sir."Can't guess? Really? Why. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence." There was a weary sound in Arthur's voice. a living human soul.

 No."He folded up the paper."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. what you know of this society and its adherents. a heretic. distressed by the other's sombre look. went away laughing at his confusion. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. two years ago. Not being allowed books. saw that everything was hidden. and they had gone to his head like strong wine.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press.

 Gian Battista. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy." Montanelli answered gently. Jim. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice.""You are always right. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. He cared no more for them all than for the broken and dishonoured idols that only yesterday had been the gods of his adoration. smiling. which was Arthur's property."He folded up the paper."Listen. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. of whom so many poets have dreamed."When he rose.

""Then will you write. with sturdy arms akimbo. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose." he repeated. or to remain here as Suffragan. partly. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. the committee will praise the thing up to the skies."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. And run in to see me.

 dear. stony face. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. and drew her lace scarf about her head. 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. However. the committee does not consider desirable." said Grassini. It seems very interesting. clasping her hand in both of his. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. "Just before you left Pisa. Arthur. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr."He was never so happy as in this little study.