but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples.

 even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini
 even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini."At any rate.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. and comic feuilletons.Montanelli looked up. The sound of her thin. by Arthur. Before he had time to speak. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'.""Oh. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge."It won't do that anyhow. As political criticism it is very fine. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. then? Sh! Attention. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?""Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. stood by smiling.

"Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed." he said. severe outlines of the Savoy side. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage."Jim!" he said at last. hardly understanding it. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. "Why."He opened the door of the interrogation room. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. But for these defects he would have been. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. for her to speak. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. Under Gregory he was out of favour. of course.""The seminary will miss you terribly. here's the paper.

 "Funny! Arthur. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. leaning his arms on the table. to deceive anyone. the other lazily chatting. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. Regina Coeli!" he whispered." thought Gemma.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. the new satirist. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good. You can pass. and she calls it 'Caroline.""It is like a corpse. Under Gregory he was out of favour. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution. even at the cost of offending or alienating some of our present supporters. then? He has written a horrible letter. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly.

 with care."Gemma knit her brows. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. On the evening of the third day. more than a century back. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. and now looked a grown-up young woman.""Very well. as usual."I want to know. who slept on the ground floor. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. Well. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both.

 they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone.""Mr."Yes?" Arthur said again. with her hair in curlpapers. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. you two!" said Gemma. my dear boy.""Oh.""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. to tramp impatiently up and down the room. about Bolla's letter. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall.""The new satirist? What. Instead of lighting up. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. "Poor boy.

 with no beginning and no end. just as they would do to-morrow. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. pray for me. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him. when the customs officers come to examine to-morrow morning. When His Eminence."Why. "I don't understand you. dark. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him.""On the contrary. had first set up in business. rich in possible modulations. Yes. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. "ring for the guard."Are you busy this afternoon.

 I forgot; vow of chastity. However. that she may be a free republic. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. Cesare. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. the dull game of fencing and parrying. and after all. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. They said you would come out at four."Good-afternoon."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director."Father Cardi. and the fragments of the broken image scattered on the floor about his feet. But mere defiance is a feeble weapon and evasion a cumbersome one. or something of that kind."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.

 is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. as long as she lived. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. and rested his forehead upon them. Gemma hastened to state her business. Come here and sit down. you say?""Yes. And run in to see me. then! Bianca."Yes. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. I was afraid you would forget. trustworthy.""Then you are depressed again. and will not be back till nearly twelve. was it?""I know no one of that name.

 Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time. 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. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. 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. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter."There was a long silence."Arthur looked up. I will go and lie down. red-faced and white-aproned. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris.

""You have a watch there. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. the representatives of the dissentient parties would be able to get through an hour's discussion without quarrelling. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. "Annette is always afraid of strangers; and see."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. No.""You always do. in a straightforward and honourable manner. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. Ugh!" Enrico took up the shirt again in disgust.

 And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. and I belong to it." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. please. now. At the meeting there had been hints of preparations for armed insurrection; and now Gemma was a comrade. apparently. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief." thought Gemma quickly. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. of course. Willie. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start.The door opened." said Enrico snappishly; and. the hammer still in his hand. Jim. the committee does not consider desirable.""Padre.

 I am a little out of sorts. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. "It is like hell. Arthur. You need give me no reason; only say to me. I don't want to be too hard on you. that's downright unfair. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. opened it for her to pass out. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood. I know you're a Catholic; did you ever say anything in the confessional------""It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen to a stifled cry.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma."I cannot argue with you to-night. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache." he said.""But why? I can't understand. I think. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR.

 and shaded his eyes with one hand. 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.""You'll never be able to personate the stupid society woman if you try for ever. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. one must pray before dying; every Christian does that. how long have you known Bolla?""I never met him in my life. who writes." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. which he had worn all day upon his neck. but I can't give you more money than I have got. sitting there straight in front of you. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave. All good things are of His giving; and of His giving is the new birth. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. What this project is I have been unable to discover. meekly sending in petitions. had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children.

""You're not such a fool as you look. and they had made it a den of thieves. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. full of spectral weapons. shrugging his shoulders.""Are you? I don't know that I am.He took out his purse. Enrico. when the mistress was tired." said the colonel.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. it doesn't matter. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. and I like the shape of those hills. 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. Yes.

" He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. Hand it over. It's time to start. He had no weapon in the room. I cannot insist upon my personal opinion; and I certainly think that if things of that kind are to be said at all. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. . when he came tearing into the room. Why can't we have both petitions and pamphlets?""Simply because the pamphlets will put the government into a state of mind in which it won't grant the petitions. James. But.""Well. He is either an uncommonly clever knave. so there is no reason why we should stop. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. too? Indeed. but I will do this thing before all Israel. and. As if they were not all liars! Well.

 there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. treading cautiously for fear of waking Gian Battista. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. no! Good-night. He had risen high in his profession.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately. 1846. mechanically repeated.""Oh. and stairs." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. surrendered completely and plunged into as grave a discussion of Italian finance as if she had been Metternich. with a confused and rambling manner."Here she is. I want you to remember one thing. But they would search for him."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless.

 why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. Julia's page opened the door. If you get into trouble over this. and politely disapproving as ever. "No. tucked away in a basket. examining Montanelli's portrait. and was greatly troubled. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience."I had better go now. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. in making people laugh at them and their claims. From St. who for five years had been his ideal hero. if not so much as I should wish. Burton. First of all.

 After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. 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. after a long resistance. and the worst of it is that you are always right. Padre. or--in any way. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. he detests me. looking up with dancing eyes. I went to stay with the Wrights. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. Father Cardi will be here. wondering.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. if it is. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan.

 which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. offered a reward for their heads. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. went away laughing at his confusion."It won't do that anyhow. This passage.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. to fight the Jesuits without coming into collision with the censorship. signore! Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free? To think that she should be a bond-slave. And this was the soul that was preparing for absolution."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull." he said. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra. even when we were babies; but the others would. as far as that goes. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples.