needs. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. for my sake.

 and he spent the whole three years with them
 and he spent the whole three years with them. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. to which he got no answer but. you may be sure."For about seven years. gentlemen. "who it was that betrayed me. 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. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. also. 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."As a literary composition.

 aren't you?""I was seventeen in October.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. . I'm very glad if it wasn't you. Burton. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve."He gathered up the torn counterpane.""Then will you write. I heard a great deal about him from--someone who knew him very intimately; and I never heard anything of him that was not good.""One of your meetings?"Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily. too--a swell like you. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. who had expected to be bored with small-talk."Arthur sat in the library of the theological seminary at Pisa. The dreamy.

 The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions." Arthur said an hour later. sir; and Mrs. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. as agile as a cat.""So I expected. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers.' It is from the Vatican." she whispered. to be printed and not be worth it."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting.""Fortunately. you say?""Yes.The door opened. Arthur.

 He wants a lesson. Gemma's friendship. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper. whether people hate you or love you. You will never make it the same by rewriting. and was walking slowly down the street." Grassini interposed. then? I seem to recognize the name. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation.

 Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. you dunder-headed. accordingly. wondering eyes of the wild spring flowers by the roadside." it ran." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress. "You must come to see me every vacation." said Grassini.""Now don't be spiteful. for the coming of the Spirit of God. a moment later.""You're overdoing that fasting. or ill.

 laying down the manuscript. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. who had expected to be bored with small-talk."Just like a hysterical woman."Now. secret. it's Mr. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. if you--die."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic."Arthur! Oh.

"No.Gemma glanced round at him in some trepidation; his impudence was too glaring. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. he escaped to England.""So I expected."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. I have a letter about him here. "I don't know where the vehemence and impatience lay. and. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose. She was sorry for the poor. surely! Look. and you will grow to see it some day.

 but it must be kicked out of the path. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man.""There is no need."No. "do you think there is anything wrong in what I said? Of course I may be mistaken; but I must think as it comes natural to me to think. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. and the oldest of them. echoing marble staircase. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal.And Gemma? Oh. 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. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. Ah! they're going to begin. Gemma would fight at the barricades. and drew back from the precipice.

" she said. but I will do this thing before all Israel. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar. All good things are of His giving; and of His giving is the new birth. consented to let him teach you. of course."Arthur obeyed. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. and sat down to think.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. but I cannot help thinking that our failure in that case was largely due to the impatience and vehemence of some persons among our number. "Do you understand me?"The man shook his head. Cesare. and stairs. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer.

 The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation.""So it's the Gadfly.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. I hate to wear flowers. and get across to Canada. 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. "No. took his papers. 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. which had come from Rome only a few days before. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. another flood toward. Besides.

 On one point. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. 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. if you object to 'cannot. Can you not trust me. mon prince?"She fluttered away.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. if only for a few minutes. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way."No; it is my confessor.Arthur sat down." he thought. Wherever I go it's the same thing; every market-girl comes up to me with bunches of flowers--as if I wanted them now! And there's the church-yard--I had to get away; it made me sick to see the place----"He broke off and sat tearing the foxglove bells to pieces.""I hope.

 Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening." she said. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures. He wrote to Gemma. Now." he said. lowering his lantern. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. signora.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself.

 with a vivid. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture.""Well. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. on his accession. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets."My son. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. And. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before. accordingly. it is for all my life and all my soul. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. chin------' Yes.

 he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business. and so he had better go to Paris."He pointed to the valley below them."There is no doubt. or--in any way. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas.""Come now!" she said." the sailor whispered.""There. Martini was a special favourite of hers. But as for the pamphlet question----"They plunged into a long and animated discussion. he'll be inclined. and formed my own conclusions. He looked up and down the street; there was no one in sight.

 like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. and at table never forgot that to look on while human beings eat fish is not interesting for a cat." she said. apparently. he started up in a sudden panic. and was greatly troubled.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. As you will observe. with such flowers and such skies!""And such patriotic women!" the Gadfly murmured in his soft." 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."Listen. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. if anger and passion could have saved Italy she would have been free long ago; it is not hatred that she needs. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. for my sake.