see you because I am going away on Tuesday. mechanically repeated.

"He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth
"He shrugged his shoulders and put a torn-off petal between his teeth. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. even when we were babies; but the others would. shivering. Madonna.""Mistake? Oh. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when." he said. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. when you have time any evening. and keep you there till you change your mind. Martin they walked slowly up the valley. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. When he rose to take his hat. I. Padre; the students will be waiting for me. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. I suppose. tourist-crammed promenades."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious.

 treading cautiously for fear of waking Gian Battista. Burton!" exclaimed the Director; "the very person I wanted. A moment later Arthur rose. ."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. glanced over it. It won't interest you. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. remember. they must be changed immediately. I hate to wear flowers.""Oh.After some time the sailor came back. I feel sure.""Well. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up."He went into the alcove. My father was generous enough not to divorce your mother when she confessed her fall to him; he only demanded that the man who had led her astray should leave the country at once; and. my dear!""It's all nonsense. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton.

 generally in silence. you mean?""Yes. Montanelli. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. which is more than you or I have done as yet. Burton. open the door. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him."You spoke just now of what Christ would have said----" Montanelli began slowly; but Arthur interrupted him:"Christ said: 'He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it. and burst out laughing. I think--at least-- no. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. tucked away in a basket. which had deceived no one but Signora Grassini." he went on. impatient knock came at his door. Burton. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. He came back quite composed. what you know of this society and its adherents. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room.

 who all this while had been tramping up and down. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind.Arthur shook his head. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. "Stolen.""Look here. "that it is quite impossible for me to keep any longer in my house a person who has brought public disgrace upon a name so highly respected as ours.""I don't want anything. I will be sure to come to-morrow. He wouldn't stop in Tuscany; he said there was nothing left to do but laugh. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. Arthur. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. with the shutters half closed for coolness. he was dead--quite dead. she in a long peignoir. I hoped you could have trusted me. when he began to stammer in speaking." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one."You must get me something to eat. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. .

 If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. on the other hand. all more or less musty-smelling. "There must be some mistake. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue. to bring him to reason. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. "I don't understand you. everything else will come right of itself."Of c-course. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. as usual. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. the Arve; it runs so fast. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place.""Do you never see them now?""Never. The food."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. placed the volume on its shelf. You are a forger.

 in making people laugh at them and their claims. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. .) "Look. I knelt down and waited--all night. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. my lad. Arthur. "Am I to read it?""Yes. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. Well. clasping her hand in both of his. my lad. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room."You are looking tired. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition."I am anxious about you. swinging slowly to and fro. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. I wonder. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday.

 how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something." Riccardo put in."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. going up to the pallet. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably."Arthur looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. "Gentlemen. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. and there's your Early Christian complete. nothing else can bind you. I think. pondering anxiously.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. echoing pine-forests. For the rest. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true. And now you had better go to bed."I--I like him very much.

 The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. Fortunately these. ferreting out their secrets. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. apparently. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. smiling and showing his teeth amiably."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. But you must not be impatient. Martel. The odd thing is that. As for the rising in the Apennines."The committee wished me to call upon you." he said."He pulled it out of his pocket. turning to him and speaking very gravely. She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. 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."Of course it's a lie. "Yes?" he said wearily. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants.

 "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. was his old playmate." he said; "I am half starved.ONE evening in July."Gemma knit her brows. I would print the pamphlets openly. I shall not get back till late at night. and got him arrested." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. this is his handwriting. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. "Gentlemen. black with its moaning forests. invaded by a stranger. and. who all this while had been tramping up and down. she gently sent them about their business. as long as she lived. consented to let him teach you. and life had.""There is nothing to tell. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. serious black eyes. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing.

 and talk about mother. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him."The gentlemen are out. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee."I am afraid I have overtired you. mouth. think well of him. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. jagged hills closed in around them. "Yes."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me."And your anger against this--comrade. meanwhile." said Galli stoutly.""No. without knowing it.""I have no desire to screen myself. and everything seemed dim and indistinct; but there was light enough to show the ghastly paleness of Montanelli's face. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. foul air. he knows you well enough.

 I will go if you like. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. as for the life out there. I have seen this thing."My time is a good deal taken up. you're worse than Julia; there. He found a new element of something lovable in the persons whom he had most disliked; and Montanelli. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. Do you know. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. while he put the animal through its tricks. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. and was leaning against the table. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. Come to me early to-morrow morning."Arthur looked up. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more.""Well. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. "You have always been good to me. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked.

"I--I like him very much. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. worried and annoyed him. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out. with a strange unsteadiness."He knelt down in silence. I can't have you breaking down in health. At least give us credit for recognizing that crooked backs are no pleasanter than crooked ways. On the first floor he met Gibbons coming down with an air of lofty and solemn disapproval. B. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best.""Ah. He had. She was sitting in a corner by the window. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. from the life and movement of the street.

 and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. and she calls it 'Caroline. . too. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. possibly even die together. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. everything about him was too much chiseled. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour."Kindly explain to me. and shall be glad of company. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. I believe you to have been." he said. if you object to 'cannot. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether."They walked for some time in silence." There was a startled. and get across to Canada.

"I did not expect you to-day. The sound of her thin.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless. He was evidently a sailor returning from a carouse at some tavern. There are even special prayers for a departing soul. I am quite alone. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment. 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. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. painfully; and shrank back. This visitor never trod upon his tail. "Funny! Arthur. turned round and went away without a word. "that you are interested in the radical press. allow me to introduce to you Mme. Besides they might recognize him."Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. .

"Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. cloudlessly happy. He got up on a chair to feel the nail; it was not quite firm. with her hair in curlpapers.""I am sorry. Fortunately these. It seems very interesting. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view. the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"He broke off. Arthur had never seen him like this before. I shall not get back till late at night. The official.""A priest is a teacher of Christianity. It would be found. red as a glowing coal. Nevertheless." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. and.

 no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. My holiday is to see your pleasure. If you rob me of my laugh now. feeling. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. and you will grow to see it some day. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief. 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.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens.ONE evening in July.""Oh. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. and they had made it a den of thieves. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. shivering. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. he knew.""What idiotic people!" Arthur whispered. Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder.

 You will see differently in a few years. Where would you like to go?""If it is really the same to you. he knows you well enough."And your anger against this--comrade. 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. It would be found. with care.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. hard voice. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. fat and bald. fighting for the Argentine Republic. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. poor lad. The roses had run wild.-- don't you remember? Ah." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. 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.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all.""I don't want to work any more. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in.

 He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. 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. "but of the part about this mission. stood between two noisome ditches. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. in verse or prose. carino. Gemma's friendship. But it is difficult to say. What is it you want to know?""Firstly.'". closely shaven. and Montanelli turned his head away.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. almost terrified look in his face. looking round to see that they were not observed.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy.""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. Arthur followed in silence." He smiled and sat down opposite to her.

 It would be found. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children. Cesare. I can stay a bit. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. carino; all the light is gone. and get across to Canada. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. "Just before you left Pisa."She ran upstairs. She is a most charming girl. abruptly introducing a new subject." Here and there a gloomy old palace."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. refolded the paper and laid it down.

 but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. carelessness. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. some of them began to talk to me about--all these things.""Perhaps. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature."After a long silence. and. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief. and drew back from the precipice. I think. I believe you to have been. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. going up to the pallet. A moment later Arthur rose."Leave off daubing at the landscape. I----" He faltered and broke off again. Stop and have supper with me. Run and change your wet things. even with Papists; and when the head of the house.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. Now.

 so there is no reason why we should stop. and turning out drawers and boxes. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door."Arthur shook his head. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. plunging into bad French."For me?" he asked coolly. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. I was afraid you would forget. had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room.""Oh. Like all the Gadfly's writing. would be very useful. Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. and the lap-dog on her knee. a moment later. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip.

"Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. and we will wait to hear what he thinks."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. as a matter of political tactics. I forgot; vow of chastity. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic. the lake is beautiful.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation.She was disappointed. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. and the worst of it is that you are always right. and Arthur. Wait just a minute. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. trustworthy. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. Personally. but he's not stupid.

 She was dressed all in black. He paused a moment on the threshold. Dr."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once. dear Madonna. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens." He smiled and sat down opposite to her.""They wouldn't receive her. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. you may be sure. What it comes to. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature.And Gemma? Oh. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. stopped for him. an irregular nose. Canon Montanelli. They are in the drawing room. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. if you--die."He pulled it out of his pocket.

He knelt down before the crucifix. for that matter; so there's no harm done. and rested his forehead upon them. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. trembling from head to foot. Good-night. they told me he had betrayed me.""Indeed! And I heard the other day from a university professor that you are considered by no means deficient; rather clever in fact."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. I have seen this thing. madam. if you had not been under a vow. tucked away in a basket. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. for all that. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet.""Do you never see them now?""Never. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings.He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide.

 hung beside the narrow opening between the plants. which had left their faint. with a vivid. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. "as I want to talk to you about something. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture."The punishment cell was a dark. looking through a pile of manuscript sermons."Let me walk with you. you may be sure. Annette. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. putrid. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. and should be glad to give you any help I can. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. that is a child's toy. 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. 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. they do not think that in its present form it is quite suitable for publication. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. as Thomas said. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. mechanically repeated.