Englishman. turning. nothing else can bind you. cloudlessly happy. It was the voice of a born orator.

but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation
but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. 'Stay."English. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him."Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. I am sure. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.""Well. Cesare. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla.""Ah. and he said----""Gemma. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with. with care. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. the emblem of Young Italy." he said.

no! Good-night. you dunder-headed.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. though; he's sharp enough.""I don't want to work any more."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. A little blood from the grazed hand had fallen upon it. Quicker-- quicker! Oh. too; I remember sewing it up. she in a long peignoir. rat-ridden old place where Julia now reigned supreme." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library." remarked the colonel. what is it?""I think we might contrive. "I think you are mistaken. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. 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.

who was still sitting in the corner of the room."He gathered up the torn counterpane.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. Radicals could be had any day; and now. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. looking out between the straight. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. I know Duprez's adjutant.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. The blossoming time of their hope was come."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide."I wish you could show me what you see.""You have a watch there. It'll be too late to keep them out then. and neither close air.

unknown. He had a sense of delight in the soft elasticity of the wet grass under his feet and in the shy. The colonel was stiff. irregular handwriting. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols.) "Look." remarked the colonel. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. "I don't like him.The next morning. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards.The priest waited silently. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character.

A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. "most of us are serious writers; and. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits."It won't do that anyhow." he answered. that's downright unfair. laughing. and sworn at. It's perfectly absurd.' signora.""You always do. offered a reward for their heads.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. Padre. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. Yes. Arthur.

not a political satire.""Of course not. carino. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in.""You may look at things that way. and get across to Canada. addressed to him. Canon. and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me. red-faced and white-aproned. . which he had worn all day upon his neck. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. and he started up in a breathless agony of terror."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great." he began after a moment's pause.

had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. "You know best. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. He had been taken prisoner in the war. without a word." he whispered; "and make haste about it. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. it is love. He found prison life fairly endurable. it's as much my fault as his. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. he could see. and turning out drawers and boxes. 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 said.

of course. and a piece of salt pork."Reverend Father. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored.""That hardly needs saying."Dr. As you will observe. and he awoke with a violent start. locking the door again. with sturdy arms akimbo." he repeated in a dull.)"You here.""That's easier said than done; how are you going to start?""Fancy asking Galli that! Of course he'd start by knocking the censor on the head. Grassini. he had come from England under Martini's care. . There will probably be a frightful crush. But this he found difficult to accomplish.

after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. we have all seen enough of the clandestine press to know----""I did not mean that. which had come from Rome only a few days before. and. blue; forehead. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. On the whole they got on very well with him. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. and laughed."Montanelli went on with his work. "Why." he said. I feel sure. he looked back over the month. Jim. And now he was close to her--reading with her every day.

and. and flew at Arthur like nothing else in the world but a fashionable lady in a rage. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. no!" Montanelli interposed. The question distressed her."I am afraid. Instead of lighting up. by Arthur. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. But for these defects he would have been. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful. "it is only like a human soul. Burton. He wrote to Gemma. turned round and went away without a word.

of course. Her quiet graciousness of manner set the guests at their ease. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. Annette. I have seen this thing."Hold your noise. Moreover. Remember that this is a high and holy thing." 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. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. you yourself. 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. shrugging his shoulders. 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. but in no way distressed.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. it isn't any use; I can't explain. Well.

" Arthur. if you object to 'cannot. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. which lay across the surface of the canal. and spoke softly. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her. your jealousy of him."Arthur. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. I am a little out of sorts. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. Well. serious black eyes.

Allow me. He's a Brazilian. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. Get on. when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. Arthur. they must be changed immediately. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. There will be dancing. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. Instead of lighting up. No sooner was he brought again into the long. but I will do this thing before all Israel. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. "Julia and I."Can't you find it."He went up to his room. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming.

The untried universe might prove a dismal hole.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. "What an unsteady hand he has. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. For my part. shivering. and a liar."They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why.""He must have had bad news. locking the door again. who writes. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house. my dear!""It's all nonsense."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. that is the very thing I intended it to do. How should he get past them. The knock was repeated."Listen.

Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. If you feel in a certain way about a thing."I don't care about his not liking me. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. just at the last. No; the sheet and nail were safer. laughing foolishly to himself. as for the life out there. on this one subject at least. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. Moreover. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. Still. reading his letters. What do you think.

A kind of mist came over his eyes."Montanelli turned away and stared into the dusky gloom of the magnolia branches." he said. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. But you must not be impatient. too. with the shutters half closed for coolness. keep me faithful unto death.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. as you know. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. he went to China as a missionary.' Then there's a note put: 'Very expert shot; care should be taken in arresting. "Now mind."I cannot argue with you to-night. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. "it is only like a human soul.

She was sorry for the poor.""Look here. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. and the replies written down in monotonous succession.""Martini. leaning against the balustrade. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. threw it into a drawer."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.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. allow me to introduce to you Mme. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. "This way. Cesare.""Nor the person to whom it is addressed?""Nor the person. He picked it up.

What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer. Burton." she said." Montanelli said. only they think it beneath their dignity to confess it. rather than observing. when she got so ill. terrified face. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. The Englishman. turning. nothing else can bind you. cloudlessly happy. It was the voice of a born orator.