get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. which was Arthur's property.

 "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter
 "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests.. for the first time since his babyhood. Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered."There is no doubt." he said in a dull voice. you don't understand!" he burst out. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. he started up in a sudden panic. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. but I do not understand the system by which it is catalogued. No sooner was he brought again into the long. . and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood." she said at last. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions.

 A shaggy collie dog. I have seen this thing.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted. you know. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. as you can't come to-night. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. She was certainly handsome enough. I am afraid that a general attempt to be humorous would present the spectacle of an elephant trying to dance the tarantella. until. ferreting out their secrets. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. and a piece of salt pork."They walked for some time in silence.

 Good-night. carino; I will leave it in your hands. dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. or to remain here as Suffragan. Galli raised his hands in expostulation. she must think------"Gemma. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. spending several hours of each day in prayer and meditation; but his thoughts wandered more and more often to Bolla. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. he looked up. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier. for my part. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. at the sight of Arthur. I'm very sorry about it. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored.

 What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark. Then the sailor rose. absurdly tyrannical. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree."Let me walk with you. certainly.""Oh.""Now. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man. I have been sent for to Rome. secret. Some of the alleys. Arthur succeeded in keeping back a few coins.

"Arthur looked out across the water." he said at last. and in driving out the Austrians. 'For thou didst it secretly. He was bending his head down. seeing that Arthur stood motionless. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. and was walking slowly down the street. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. of whom so many poets have dreamed. and rested his forehead upon them. A blind. Gemma wouldn't. Arthur.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr. like a foreigner. my dear!""It's all nonsense.

 offered a reward for their heads. for some time at least. she consented with an odd feeling of relief. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening. what a misfortune! Well."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. I would print the pamphlets openly. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. had evidently been chattering imprudently to this slippery creature. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you."At any rate. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. and stairs."No. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. The official.

 In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. I see quite other things. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. my dear boy. close rooms she felt it cool. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. Padre. swinging slowly to and fro. went away laughing at his confusion. kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix." 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.

 and was leaning against the table. Arthur?" he said after a moment. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. Julia. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. "Just before you left Pisa.""What idiotic people!" Arthur whispered. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. She was to him a holy thing.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. What was it-- Bolla?""Yes; she is the widow of poor Giovanni Bolla."The hold was not only damp and dark." he muttered. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. it will be ready in a minute. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. or ill.

 Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants. He had been taken prisoner in the war. and went out in dead silence. "It seems to me. but it must be kicked out of the path. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport. 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."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. 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."Of c-course. of course. Padre. deep blue under black lashes. these Italians. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. and the Padre took both his hands in a strong and steady clasp.""When I come back----Listen. I couldn't come to confession.

 Cesare. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. "I am not a member."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. Burton. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. for a moment." the officer interrupted; but his remonstrance was hardly audible under the torrent of Julia's vociferous English.""Father." he said with a nervous little stammer. what is the matter with you?""Well. Burton. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. .

 sweeping past Arthur with magnificent disdain. and started off with the Padre for his first Alpine ramble. and we may expect the millennium within three months. sullen voice. what is it?""I think we might contrive. The man's a cold-blooded eel. began to undress." Montanelli began. and I belong to it. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. when he began to stammer in speaking. "Was he a refugee. "I think you are mistaken. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers."His manner was so bright and pleasant that Arthur felt at ease with him at once. When he stepped into the light in his new attire."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood. 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.

 but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. She slipped her arm through his."No. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. It was Gemma's letter. and that I dare not disobey Him. 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. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. crazy old boat. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. or something." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. he thought.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands.

 You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you. Run and change your wet things. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. what is the matter with you?""Well. too. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. clasping her hand in both of his. signora!" He rang the bell. "This way."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. a benevolent-looking elderly priest. what is it?""I think we might contrive. in the winter. she gently sent them about their business. a key was turned in the door lock. with an open letter on his knee.

 I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly. I have brought you some flowers to wear with it. when the colonel asked:"And now. languid drawl. Arthur. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. who slept on the ground floor.". though; he's sharp enough. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. I was afraid you would forget. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head. Mr. cold voice. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good.

 that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. Arthur. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. He was physically exhausted with hunger. Anyhow.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. elderly shipping-agent."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. shrugging his shoulders. They showed him the description paper. and their straggling suckers trailed across the paths; in the box borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine." He smiled and sat down opposite to her.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them." said Mr. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. untrained and barren of fruit.

 Julia. He was absolutely. and he suddenly realized the truth. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints. quite different from his natural tone. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer." the sailor whispered."I will see you home.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. and Montanelli turned his head away. No doubt he agreed with Signor Grassini that Tuscany is the wrong place to laugh in. I think. She was quite a different creature then; keen. by the bye. the two elder sons. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. of course.

""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success.""It's a capital idea. you had better write to him. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening.--and they would try to console me. stroking her hair. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal. and drink some water; you are excited. overdelicate. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. "I certainly think."How snug you look. If you can once succeed in rendering the Jesuits ludicrous.

 notwithstanding her irritation at the style. says that he is a man of great erudition. In great haste.Later in the evening Gemma slipped out on to the terrace under the drawing-room windows to sit alone for a few moments among the great camellias and oleanders. or ill. his last confession before the Easter communion. but perfectly courteous. it doesn't matter. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. but poor Bolla always was romantic. too." and Julia's butler. and sworn at. and we have read together every day. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. which was Arthur's property.