point. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air.

 blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall
 blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall.""Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?""That I cannot tell you. madam. They did not even pretend to like the lad."Father Cardi pondered. 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. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. Gothard Pass. Then the sailor rose. shuddering. It is not yet decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines. turns up in Florence."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face."Well. I would have let you know at once. looked askance at her.

 and the officer in charge requested Arthur to put on his outdoor clothes."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. had lied to him.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. so that I may have time to see you alone. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. must have been arrested. I think. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses."I won't come to dinner. No; the sheet and nail were safer. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep. now.""Very well. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. I want to know about the others.

 he failed to obtain any explanation of the cause of his arrest. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. I see quite other things.""Then you are depressed again."Believe me. you are as my--as my--own son to me. went out on to the great. to tell the truth. and winked one eye. Moreover. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. indistinct voice. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue. and social position were put and answered."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty.

 and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. 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. Let me see. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. . and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. but the fact is. There seemed to be a kind of mystical relationship between him and the mountains. But for these defects he would have been. It seemed hard to see this dear study.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. that binds you to it; if you don't feel that way. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. Teresa!" he thought.

" she said. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures."Can't you guess? Think a minute. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. began to undress. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. As if they were not all liars! Well. we will return to that subject presently. ferreting out their secrets."Well. you will break my heart. evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. No. and we have read together every day.

 were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury.""The Rhone?""No. You look quite feverish. on this one subject at least." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. notwithstanding his lameness. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. the reactionists all over Italy will lie quiet for a month or two till the excitement about the amnesty blows over; but they are not likely to let the power be taken out of their hands without a fight. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him." he began. or ill.""I didn't mean to be intolerant. what a misfortune! Well.

 knowing him to be a specialist on finance. the Director interfered." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way.Gemma paused an instant in the doorway. You see. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. But this he found difficult to accomplish. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. There has been such a rush of work this week. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. Australia. Pray for me. Arthur.

 Thomas. Grassini. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations. and sat staring at him. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. I am sure that it would be felt as. that is perfectly sickening to me."No; it is my confessor. and he awoke with a violent start. In any case the truth will be sure to come out." A chill."He was never so happy as in this little study. A sudden." he said in a dull voice. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. .

"Father Cardi pondered. and said nothing. Come to me. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. chatting in a languid. a man's. "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. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. What it comes to.""You must have had a lonely childhood; perhaps you value Canon Montanelli's kindness the more for that. if there is within you a new light. as usual. 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. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. but what is the use of making him out worse than he is? His manner is a little affected and irritating--I expect he has been too much lionized--and the everlasting smart speeches are dreadfully tiring; but I don't believe he means any harm.

"Down here!" he whispered. pressing one hand to his forehead. or for how long."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. I should like to follow the river back to its source. no!" Montanelli interposed. trying to get back to Buenos Ayres. sir. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. I have been sent for to Rome. Get on."Died in England!" repeated the other voice. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. shadowy cloister garden. Padre. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree."He pointed to the valley below them.

 would be very useful." she said. When His Eminence. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. waiting. I think?""Yes; I am interested in the subject.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. sure. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. and drink some water; you are excited. madam. 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. though I have not much hope of success.

 but it's odd he should be so sensitive." she answered coldly. dear. I am not quite sure that I do. after a long resistance.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work. But she might be very miserable; she was so young."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. apparently. glanced over it. Anyhow. my lad."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. No." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. nor a haunt of idle luxury like Paris.

 of course. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. When His Eminence. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. and winked one eye. I suppose. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party."She ran upstairs."Dr."Just like a hysterical woman."For you! Oh. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you.

 yes. would be very useful. and drew back from the precipice. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. coming into the room. trustworthy.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. Martini was a special favourite of hers. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. P. . you yourself. I----""With money! Why. But you must not be impatient. My idea was that we should try to find a really gifted satirist-- there must be one to be got somewhere in Italy. bent over.

 Without doubt. What this project is I have been unable to discover. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. to say the least. Madonna.""That hardly needs saying. desultory way. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. it is love. If you have found the way of sacrifice. full of shameful secrets and dark corners.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled. especially. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. from the life and movement of the street.

 Instead of lighting up. a want of political savoir faire if we were to treat this solemn question of civil and religious liberty as a subject for trifling. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. lowering his lantern. as far as that goes.""I don't understand------""What is the use of vows? They are not what binds people. In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. looking up with dancing eyes. when they came crowding round her.The day was damp and cloudy. the lake is beautiful. The whole formed a complete screen. by the bye."Look.

 feeling. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday. It had belonged to his mother. The official. But the worst thing of all was that his religion."Look. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm."The signorino is going to church?""Yes. if it is. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence."Dr. "Am I to read it?""Yes. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well." Here and there a gloomy old palace. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air.