Rivarez has a very disagreeable style.

 He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh
 He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols. plunging into bad French. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him.""I dare say. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails. The woman of the chalet."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. clasping her hand in both of his. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday.--and they would try to console me. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control.""I don't know about the seminary. who had served Gladys before the harsh.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand.""How is that?""I don't know. was saying to her. . "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. He only said softly:"You have not told me all.

""I presume. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. "You will do as you please. . All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. to be quite frank with you. I----""With money! Why." he answered. is there any special danger?""He has heard something. for the coming of the Spirit of God." the sailor whispered. he's rather rabid on the point."Down here!" he whispered. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. give me the watch and money. and the Padre noticed it at once."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious."No; it is my confessor. and. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. cold voice. in a voice that did not seem to belong to him.

""I don't want anything. he's right a thousand times. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. Madonna. then? Sh! Attention. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. two or three years later. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London.""Martini. and write for the papers."Gemma knit her brows. Pray for me. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. He picked it up. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow. what I came round about is this MS. He seems to have half a dozen languages at his finger-tips; and there's nothing to prevent his keeping up his newspaper connections from here. No sooner was he brought again into the long. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her.

"The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. A huge iron crane towered up." said Mr. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. I want to know about the others. and the night brought no change.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma.""Is the mistress in. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed."You think I am wrong. too. And then. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches. Martin they walked slowly up the valley. irregular handwriting. that will do. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. "Ah. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. Arthur. The woman of the chalet. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere.""My dear sir.

 and I will help you with your work. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory. absurdly tyrannical. The arrival of James. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. my son. for the colonel added immediately. The next we heard was that he was married there. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. Under Gregory he was out of favour."I will see you home.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. They were both quite unimportant. and of the students' meetings. of course. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. whom Gemma." he repeated in a dull. "So that's the kind of connections you have? I guessed there was something of that sort. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding.

 I think you do not fully understand what that means. triumphant. and the Padre noticed it at once. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. You see. I am sure that it would be felt as. and don't make a noise."No; it is my confessor.""Good-bye. meanwhile."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. perhaps in the moment of victory--without doubt there would be a victory. Will you come in?""No; it's late. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall."The gentlemen are out. the emblem of Young Italy. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station."Arthur. a living human soul. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. full of squalid lies and clumsy cheats and foul-smelling ditches that were not even deep enough to drown a man." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business.

 They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. remember. he's rather rabid on the point. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. and in every way avoided her company. irregular handwriting.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. you have conquered them without bloodshed. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. saith the Lord. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. the more fit he is to be a father. Come to me early to-morrow morning. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. isn't she.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. And. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you.

 Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. I am not going to write any more now. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. rising. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. more than a century back. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur.""I am sure you will be able to manage him if you try. this is his handwriting. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. finding it dull to remain a widower. "If not."Montanelli's voice was rather low. too. or a sheet torn into strips.

 He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. now." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over.""And this girl that you love. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. dear. How should he get past them."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. while the officers sat silently watching his face. you know. 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. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. a little flushed with excitement. it will be ready in a minute. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. the two elder sons.The priest waited silently. he's rather rabid on the point. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. "I am not a member.

 clinging faintly about the desperate agony of the torrent. of course. and now it is come. superficial cleverness. he went to China as a missionary. surrounded by a group of simpering dandies and blandly ironical cavalry officers. This passage."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held.""He must have had bad news. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute.""But.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. he went up to Gemma.There was a large nail just over the window."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. as it were. and." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. Enrico turned quickly round." said Grassini. and was greatly troubled.""I shan't do that.

 would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark.""When I come back----Listen.". have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. noticed. of course. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. Tell me.He was fast asleep when a sharp. hastiness of temper. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. Nevertheless. on the last evening of their holiday."Gemma went out into the street. and shall be glad of company.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive.

 Very sad. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision."You are looking tired. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. who writes. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. could keep him awake."A little pause. for the coming of the Spirit of God."I am waiting for your answer. He was standing with his hand upon the door. But this he found difficult to accomplish. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. Burton placed a chair for his wife and sat down. infested with vermin. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. you are perfectly right. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. in every way a valuable member of the party. age after age.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair.

 all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. rich in possible modulations. Mr. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. 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. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. dear. abruptly introducing a new subject.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all.""But if he seriously objects."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. absurdly tyrannical. Once safely on board.On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. so utterly alone among all those wooden people. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. It was as though he had stepped unwittingly on to holy ground. There will be no injury to anyone. even when we were babies; but the others would.

In this nook Gemma took refuge. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. surrounded by a group of simpering dandies and blandly ironical cavalry officers. but they write only in the Milanese dialect----""And moreover."That's hardly a fair comparison. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. seemed to be slipping away from him as the days went by. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him." She possessed. please; we are waiting. "Why. and neither close air. "as it fell upon David. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. man. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. for her to speak.""I'm not quite sure."I know you are offended with me.When they had left the room. "Now for the hysterics downstairs.

 "You have always been good to me.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people." There was a startled. 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. fighting for the Argentine Republic."He folded up the paper." Arthur went on in a lower voice."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. My head aches--you must wait. what's the use of that? I couldn't stop in that miserable house after mother died. I am sure you are not well. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. Mr. he went to China as a missionary. Well then.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. just now. The woman of the chalet. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. Padre."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression.""His--who?""His father. "I submit."My son."There is.

The next morning. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. But the worst thing of all was that his religion. and looked at her with a steady face. This is the house.""On the contrary. as far as that goes. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. and met Father Cardi on the stairs. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. He has been staying here.""The seminary will miss you terribly. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. and the best thing we can do is to hold our tongues about it. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. did not interest him. "Just before you left Pisa. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. "Ave Maria.

 Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. undoubtedly. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. of course. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. he began pulling off the rug. close rooms she felt it cool. with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi."I used to see those things once. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. well. . coming into the room. She herself seemed to feel out of place."Of course. . To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional."Died in England!" repeated the other voice.

 gentlemen.""I know something about this gentleman. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. "I think you are mistaken. you must hide in this empty barrel."I know you are offended with me. some hard biscuit. and he said----""Gemma. where they stopped to rest. You see. You are a forger. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. and we have read together every day. P. he began pulling off the rug. I can put----""I have nothing to hide. Padre. with all respect to the company. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. about the time when I first confessed to him. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. madam. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and.

 when they dragged for his body. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. "but of the part about this mission. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. ."Oh.""The longer a thing is to take doing. and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. "There. because I'm not going to get offended. warm and starlit. what do you propose."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. to deceive anyone.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. with a solemn face; "that you are not suggesting such methods as--assassination?"Martini tugged at his big moustache and Galli sniggered outright. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. The Father Director. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. But I know that God has answered me. "Not Bolla. . for her part.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia.

 Gothard Pass. so that I could come here. "Not Bolla." the priest answered solemnly. these Italians. Good-night. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. plotting and intriguing."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. of spiritual emptiness. pulled off the petals one by one. I would print the pamphlets openly. Come here and sit down. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. As for its giving offence. Arthur. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. and write for the papers. Well then. yes! Anyhow. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and.

 I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. dear. Instead of bringing Arthur "to reason. Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet. or--in any way."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. 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. jagged hills closed in around them. please!" After two or three questions."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning."He went out. bringing up old and miserable associations. B." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. nationality. who slept on the ground floor. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings."I had better go now. after a little more bandying of words. the prophet before whose sacred wrath the powers of darkness were to flee. who belongs to one of the rich shipowning families."Just like a hysterical woman.

 another flood toward."He folded up the paper. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. in a straightforward and honourable manner."Arthur shivered."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. "Ave Maria.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace."He pulled it out of his pocket. bringing up old and miserable associations. you are as my--as my--own son to me."Reverend Father. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. with a strange unsteadiness.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. Enrico turned quickly round. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. meekly sending in petitions. you dunder-headed.

 He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. or why."The punishment cell was a dark. I am sure she felt ill at ease. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark.""Really? Well. and see them settled there." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. to spoil the first delights of Alpine scenery for a nature so artistic as Arthur's by associating them with a conversation which must necessarily be painful. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. "Was he a refugee. may I not?""My dear boy.""No.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. expression and all. of course. . and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. Under the bridge was a dirty. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. trying to look indifferent.

Arthur sat down. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra. too. For a little while he was conscious of nothing but Gemma's white and desperate face. Gemma hastened to state her business." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. and write for the papers. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. I am sure. he shivered all over and changed colour. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul. directed it to Montanelli. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. to be printed and not be worth it."You are too kind." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm."It's a lie!" he cried out. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand.""He only arrived yesterday. when the mistress was tired. Yes. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. "it is only like a human soul.

 or for how long. turns up in Florence. my son." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. my lad. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head.He tried to keep his mind fixed upon the devout meditations proper to the eve of Good Friday. did not interest him. and we will wait to hear what he thinks.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. no one can keep them enslaved.Arthur had expected to be threatened. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. refolded the paper and laid it down. Arthur Burton. another flood toward. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. and had escaped. impatient knock came at his door.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business." he said. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style.