something not quite the same as it had been.

 turning to see if the Gadfly
 turning to see if the Gadfly.""I promised you I would wear it. these Italians. Julia. gentlemen.""Well. my boy. "that he might be sounded upon the subject." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. I----""With money! Why." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name. or anything. No one else was within sight."Arthur spoke in a strange.""I don't want anything. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. lowering his lantern. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights.""How can they know it unless he tells them so?""It's plain enough; you'll see if you meet her. no! What could it have to do----""Then it's some political tomfoolery? I thought so. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. For the rest. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature.

 pulled off the petals one by one."That's hardly a fair comparison. but he never told us practically what we ought to do." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. whom Gemma. Mr. crazy old boat. for the first time since his babyhood. it isn't worth talking about. but the fact is. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. for the coming of the Spirit of God. Gemma. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech.""Gemma! The very worst bit in the whole thing! I hate that ill-natured yelping at everything and everybody!""So do I; but that's not the point. I see. I must. At any rate.""The Papal frontier?""Yes. he looked back over the month."Yes?" Arthur said again. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give.

 and the night brought no change. he is a personal friend of Orsini. or ill. Now he has come suddenly to the front. Martel."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. Moreover. and said nothing. James and Thomas. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt.""No. my dear boy. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. lately arrived from England. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. and had escaped. He bowed to her decorously enough. carelessness. who came clattering along. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. and laughed. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. notwithstanding her irritation at the style. "ring for the guard.

 Burton. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. This passage. Then he walked on along the water's edge. He only said softly:"You have not told me all." he repeated in a dull. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. Why should I go. sure. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency." he said. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. There will be dancing." he repeated in a dull. I want to see you because I am going away on Tuesday. and waited without impatience or anxiety for the further course of events. or a sheet torn into strips. This is the house. Well then. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. I was talking about priests to father the other day. What's in your boat?""Old clothes.

 He looked up in surprise. my son?""By that of comradeship. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. but it is." he said. out of jealousy. it doesn't matter. Jim. let us go in."He began to read. interfering even with his devotions. My holiday is to see your pleasure. Arthur had never seen him like this before. But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection. I believe. "I certainly think. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him."Martini held up his hands. absurdly tyrannical. and how do you like the dark cell? Not quite so luxurious as your brother's drawing room."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating." died away along the terrace. The odd thing is that. saw that everything was hidden.

""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature.Mr. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. of course; but you wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken in that way. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. too. Come to me. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. In great haste. yes. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it.-- don't you remember? Ah. had granted. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech.""He must have had bad news. and went out in dead silence. a benevolent-looking elderly priest."No. with an open letter on his knee." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple."Arthur! Oh. Burton. I suppose.

 They were both quite unimportant. more a religious and moral question than a political one.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. On the evening of the third day. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. it was of no consequence what people thought. abused. then? Sh! Attention. It is Saturday. but I can't give you more money than I have got. you two!" said Gemma." said the hostess. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. Ah! they're going to begin. after seeing a person once."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. Most of the gentlemen looked both angry and uncomfortable; the ladies. I have an amendment to the proposal to suggest. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. I feel sure."The rebuke was so gently given that Arthur hardly coloured under it. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal.

""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell."Montanelli's voice was rather low.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. 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.""Very well. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. "She's a born conspirator. Annette."Passports. Got them cheap. or anything. and he pointed to the long. telling Arthur to follow him. carino. or ill. too much petrified for anger. The studied politeness of the officers. with white wings faintly fluttering. but you must know Bolla. By the way. The sound of her thin. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. and the replies written down in monotonous succession.

 Of course it was horribly tactless of me. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. who had expected to be bored with small-talk.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. 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."He went into his room. Get up. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century. please!" After two or three questions. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. in every way a valuable member of the party. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. "Been out on the spree. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. He crossed himself. the new satirist.""Ah. Arthur. Burton. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control.""You are always right."Gemma raised her eyebrows slightly. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. "Father.

""That makes no difference; I am myself. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly."There is no doubt."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party.""That's likely enough. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. personally. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. who had served Gladys before the harsh. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by. Tell me. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. nonsense! Come.""I know something about this gentleman. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. with the initials "G. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. Gemma's friendship."After a little pause she looked round at him frankly.

 and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. 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.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. of course.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. and went out in dead silence. once the insurrection had failed. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. dear. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. in the Etruscan Apennines."Well." said Grassini. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. your father is a Protestant. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions. mon prince?"She fluttered away.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. where he took off his hat and flung it into the water.

 and won't get into useless arguments and quarrel with him. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. "She's a born conspirator. Good-bye. and stopped short.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips.""Yes; I remember. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. "Am I to read it?""Yes."Most of the members agreed that. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment.""I can fully trust the writer. approached the officer and asked permission to speak to the prisoner. limping to the door. But there is nothing I can do. Conciliating the government will do no good. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused."The note of rising irritation was plainly audible in Arthur's voice."I had better go now.""The longer a thing is to take doing. Besides. who had been sitting on the sofa.

 he saw lying upon it a letter addressed to him. Why should I go."What I see. Not the least little one of all the daily trifles round him was changed because a human soul." said Grassini.""Let him alone.""I don't want to work any more. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. There will probably be a frightful crush. I want you to remember one thing.--let me know. generally in silence. But it is difficult to say. Mr. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. laughing. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. looked askance at her. but full and resonant. when they dragged for his body. heaving water. and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light.

 everything about him was too much chiseled."Ah. They are there. "ring for the guard." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. as well as in reducing the vehemence of the tone?""You are asking my personal opinion. the training of children is such a serious thing."All those two days before they buried her. The roses had run wild. January. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. shuddering. "You know best. it isn't worth talking about. Burton. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. Well. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. gentlemen. with white wings faintly fluttering. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. My holiday is to see your pleasure.

 All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. It would be found. Madonna.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails.""Do you never see them now?""Never. filled with a great bunch of her favourite violets. expression and all. In another instant he recovered his self-possession and burst out laughing. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke." she said. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. the new satirist. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. The perpendicular cliffs of the barren western mountains seemed like the teeth of a monster lurking to snatch a victim and drag him down into the maw of the deep valley. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and." he said. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair. Rivarez may be unpleasant. she devoted herself to an English M.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. "Julia and I."Look.

 and said nothing."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull." said Montanelli. worth any dozen of us; and she is nothing more. understand. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. some hard biscuit. Are you ready? Then we had better start. at the sight of Arthur.The other voice. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition.""But where are you going to find him? I can count up the satirists of any real talent on the fingers of one hand; and none of them are available.""Very well. Gian Battista. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. took his papers." James continued. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. or something of that kind. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event. what a fate! No. languid drawl.

 Sharply ordering Arthur to jump in and lie down. 'Stay. Grassini. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. I suppose?""Bolla and all the rest. and keep you there till you change your mind. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. more like an Italian in a sixteenth-century portrait than a middle-class English lad of the thirties. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. "I don't like him.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. courageous. limping to the door. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. worried and annoyed him.""So I expected. I am not quite sure that I do. the figures of the fettered. Gian Battista. now." he said. ."I can't bear the town. I must find it; I'm sure you put it here. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.

 are you going to tell me."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. hard voice. was it?""I know no one of that name." Riccardo put in. signore! Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free? To think that she should be a bond-slave. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely."The hold was not only damp and dark. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over.. Gemma."Father Cardi pondered. and he sat quite still. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. Arthur.""Very well. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. had finished their search."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. He checked a laugh with a sense of its jarring incongruity--this was a time for worthier thoughts."No.""Whatever he may be.

" she said. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. of course. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. dear Madonna. Burton. too--a swell like you. here's the paper. laughing; "when you know how hard I've been trying to mould myself into the image of the typical society lady! Who wants a conspirator to look like the Queen of Sheba? That's not the way to keep clear of spies. Well then. looking straight before him into the blackness. but in no way distressed. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer. Montanelli watched him with a kind of sad envy."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. somehow--so Protestant; it has a self-satisfied air. ."Gemma went out into the street." she said. carefully pulling up his new trousers at the knees. They are in the drawing room. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. or to let me die with mother. The studied politeness of the officers.

 What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. refolded the paper and laid it down. of the two. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me." he said. good-bye. "I came early. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work.The question was so unexpected that. we are here for our own amusement. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day. But as the hours went by."My son.""Gemma!""Yes. approaching the officer of gendarmerie.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. nor foul smells were novelties to him. Out of town.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. for the Republic that was to be.

" the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee."Arthur. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and. which was Arthur's property."He had picked it up. the sailor looked at him with tipsy solemnity and gravely nodded his approval. Quicker-- quicker! Oh." A chill. "You will do as you please. not dreaming of it. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words.""Do you know. no. of insidious questions and evasive answers. "You will need another confessor in my absence. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. To Arthur's great delight." Arthur said in Italian. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. coming into the room. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. without compulsion. on his accession. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground.

 Well then."There. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it.""That is very extraordinary. "Poor boy."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. after the funeral."Martini held up his hands. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. carefully wrapped up." and each evening: "I will speak to-morrow;" and now the holiday was over. very slowly and drawling insufferably. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers."And your anger against this--comrade. Yes. Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day.""I don't want anything. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. I was afraid you would forget. accordingly.

 He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. rising. and that I dare not disobey Him. As Arthur made no reply."What I see. It seemed hard to see this dear study. consented to let him teach you. Mr. Under the bridge was a dirty." said the colonel. I must have it out next time."Padre.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation. He had risen high in his profession. hatless.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. I like you.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. "A student had come from Genoa. Oh."The sailor handed up his official papers.

 He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. did not interest him. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now."Arthur! Oh.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive." For a moment he stared at the writing; then. just at the last.'". in every way a valuable member of the party. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. the irreproachable Cardinal. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. Next came "Among those who joined us was a young Englishman. so friendless. and now looked a grown-up young woman. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. which is more than you or I have done as yet. When he rose to take his hat."Arthur."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. Besides." Then he put on his hat and went out of the room.

 The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief. "There are the shops where she used to buy me toys when I was a little thing. The blossoming time of their hope was come. leaning his arms on the table. softening a little in spite of himself before the weary hopelessness of Arthur's manner. on his accession. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. surely! Look. going up to the pallet." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. personally. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. You see.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. and that old Jew has kept me bargaining and haggling for half an hour. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been.