because　I　think　you　can　understand；　and　will　know　what　to　advise；　what　to
  do。〃
  He　turned　upon　his　heel；　and　walked　the　length　of　the　room　and　back
  before　he　spoke　again。
  〃Since　several　years；〃　he　said；　growing　a　little　less　idiomatic　in　his
  English　as　his　excitement　mounted；　〃he　met　a　young　girl；　a　child；　when　he
  was　still　not　a　man's　full　age。　　It　was　in　the　country；　in　the　mountains
  of　America；　andhe　loved　her。　　Both　were　very　poor；　he；　a　student；
  earning　the　means　to　complete　his　education　in　the　university。　　He　had
  dedicated　himself　to　his　church；　and　with　the　temperament　of　the
  Puritans；　he　forbade　himself　all　thoughts　of　love。　　But　he　was　of　a
  passionate　and　impulsive　nature；　and　in　a　moment　of　abandon　he　confessed
  his　love。　　The　child　was　bewildered；　frightened；　she　shrank　from　his
  avowal；　and　he；　filled　with　remorse　for　his　self…betrayal；　bade　her　let
  it　be　as　if　it　had　not　been；　he　bade　her　think　of　him　no　more。〃
  Clementina　sat　as　if　powerless　to　move；　staring　at　Belsky。　　He　paused　in
  his　walk；　and　allowed　an　impressive　silence　to　ensue　upon　his　words。
  〃Time　passed：　days；　months；　years；　and　he　did　not　see　her　again。　　He
  pursued　his　studies　in　the　university；　at　their　completion；　he　entered
  upon　the　course　of　divinity；　and　he　is　soon　to　be　a　minister　of　his
  church。　　In　all　that　time　the　image　of　the　young　girl　has　remained　in　his
  heart；　and　has　held　him　true　to　the　only　love　he　has　ever　known。　　He　will
  know　no　other　while　he　lives。〃
  Again　he　stopped　in　front　of　Clementina；　she　looked　helplessly　up　at　him；
  and　he　resumed　his　walk。
  〃He；　with　his　dreams　of　renunciation；　of　abnegation；　had　thought　some　day
  to　return　to　her　and　ask　her　to　be　his。　　He　believed　her　capable　of　equal
  sacrifice　with　himself；　and　he　hoped　to　win　her　not　for　himself　alone；
  but　for　the　religion　which　he　put　before　himself。　　He　would　have　invited
  her　to　join　her　fate　with　his　that　they　might　go　together　on　some　mission
  to　the　paganin　the　South　Seas；　in　the　heart　of　Africa；　in　the　jungle　of
  India。　　He　had　always　thought　of　her　as　gay　but　good；　unworldly　in　soul；
  and　exalted　in　spirit。　　She　has　remained　with　him　a　vision　of　angelic
  loveliness；　as　he　had　seen　her　last　in　the　moonlight；　on　the　banks　of　a
  mountain　torrent。　　But　he　believes　that　he　has　disgraced　himself　before
  her；　that　the　very　scruple　for　her　youth；　her　ignorance；　which　made　him
  entreat　her　to　forget　him；　must　have　made　her　doubt　and　despise　him。　　He
  has　never　had　the　courage　to　write　to　her　one　word　since　all　those　years；
  but　he　maintains　himself　bound　to　her　forever。〃　　He　stopped　short　before
  Clementina　and　seized　her　hands。　　〃If　you　knew　such　a　girl；　what　would
  you　have　her　do？　　Should　she　bid　him　hope　again？　　Would　you　have　her　say
  to　him　that　she；　too；　had　been　faithful　to　their　dream；　and　that　she
  too〃
  〃Let　me　go；　Mr。　Belsky；　let　me　go；　I　say！〃　Clementina　wrenched　her　hands
  from　him；　and　ran　out　of　the　room。　　Belsky　hesitated；　then　he　found　his
  hat；　and　after　a　glance　at　his　face　in　the　mirror；　left　the　house。
  XXIV。
  The　tide　of　travel　began　to　set　northward　in　April。　　Many　English；　many
  Americans　appeared　in　Florence　from　Naples　and　Rome；　many　who　had
  wintered　in　Florence　went　on　to　Venice　and　the　towns　of　northern　Italy；
  on　their　way　to　Switzerland　and　France　and　Germany。
  The　spring　was　cold　and　rainy；　and　the　irresolute　Italian　railroads　were
  interrupted　by　the　floods。　　A　tawny　deluge　rolled　down　from　the　mountains
  through　the　bed　of　the　Arno；　and　kept　the　Florentine　fire…department　on
  the　alert　night　and　day。　　〃It　is　a　curious　thing　about　this　country；〃
  said　Mr。　Hinkle；　encountering　Baron　Belsky　on　the　Ponte　Trinita；　〃that
  the　only　thing　they　ever　have　here　for　a　fire　company　to　put　out　is　a
  freshet。　　If　they　had　a　real　conflagration　once；　I　reckon　they　would　want
  to　bring　their　life…preservers。〃
  The　Russian　was　looking　down　over　the　parapet　at　the　boiling　river。　　He
  lifted　his　head　as　if　he　had　not　heard　the　American；　and　stared　at　him　a
  moment　before　he　spoke。　　It　is　said　that　the　railway　to　Rome　is　broken　at
  Grossetto。〃
  〃Well；　I'm　not　going　to　Rome；〃　said　Hinkle；　easily。　　〃Are　you？〃
  〃I　was　to　meet　a　friend　there；　but　he　wrote　to　me　that　be　was　starting　to
  Florence；　and　now〃
  〃He's　resting　on　the　way？　　Well；　he'll　get　here　about　as　quick　as　he
  would　in　the　ordinary　course　of　travel。　　One　good　thing　about　Italy　is；
  you　don't　want　to　hurry；　if　you　did；　you'd　get　left。〃
  Belsky　stared　at　him　in　the　stupefaction　to　which　the　American　humor
  commonly　reduced　him。　　〃If　he　gets　left　on　the　Grossetto　line；　he　can　go
  back　and　come　up　by　Orvieto；　no？〃
  〃He　can；　if　he　isn't　in　a　hurry；〃　Hinkle　assented。
  〃It's　a　good　way；　if　you've　got　time　to　burn。〃
  Belsky　did　not　attempt　to　explore　the　American's　meaning。　　〃Do　you　know；〃
  he　asked；　〃whether　Mrs。　Lander　and　her　young　friend　are　still　in
  Florence？
  〃I　guess　they　are。〃
  〃It　was　said　they　were　going　to　Venice　for　the　summer。〃
  〃That's　what　the　doctor　advised　for　the　old　lady。　　But　they　don't　start
  for　a　week　or　two　yet。〃
  〃Oh！〃
  〃Are　you　going　to　Miss　Milray's；　Sunday　night？　　Last　of　the　season；　I
  believe。〃
  Belsky　seemed　to　recall　himself　from　a　distance。
  〃Nono；〃　he　said；　and　he　moved　away；　forgetful　of　the　ceremonious
  salutation　which　he　commonly　used　at　meeting　and　parting。　　Hinkle　looked
  after　him　with　the　impression　people　have　of　a　difference　in　the
  appearance　and　behavior　of　some　one　whose　appearance　and　behavior　do　not
  particularly　concern　them。
  The　day　that　followed；　Belsky　haunted　the　hotel　where　Gregory　was　to
  arrive　with　his　pupil；　and　where　the　pupil's　family　were　waiting　for
  them。　　That　night；　long　after　their　belated　train　was　due；　they　came；　the
  pupil　was　with　his　father　and　mother；　and　Gregory　was　alone；　when　Belsky
  asked　for　him；　the　fourth　or　fifth　time。
  〃You　are　not　well；〃　he　said；　as　they　shook　bands。　　You　are　fevered！〃
  〃I'm　tired；〃　said　Gregory。　　〃We've　bad　a　bad　time　getting　through。〃
  〃I　come　inconveniently！　　You　have　not　dined；　perhaps？〃
  〃Yes；　Yes。　　I've　had　dinner。　　Sit　down。　　How　have　you　been　yourself？〃
  〃Oh；　always　well。〃　　Belsky　sat　down；　and　the　friends　stared　at　each
  other。　　〃I　have　strange　news　for　you。〃
  〃For　me？〃
  〃You。　　She　is　here。〃
  〃She？〃
  Yes。　　The　young　girl　of　whom　you　told　me。　　If　I　had　not　forbidden　myself
  by　my　loyalty　to　youif　I　had　not　said　to　myself　every　moment　in　her
  presence；　'No；　it　is　for　your　friend　alone　that　she　is　beautiful　and
  good！'But　you　will　have　nothing　to　reproach　me　in　that　regard。〃
  〃What　do　you　mean？〃　demanded　Gregory。
  〃I　mean　that　Miss　Claxon　is　in　Florence；　with　her　protectress；　the　rich
  Mrs。　Lander。　　The　most　admired　young　lady　in　society；　going　everywhere；
  and　everywhere　courted　and　welcomed；　the　favorite　of　the　fashionable　Miss
  Milray。　　But　why　should　this　surprise　you？〃
  〃You　said　nothing　about　it　in　your　letters。　　You〃
  〃I　was　not　sure　it　was　she；　you　never　told　me　her　name。　　When　I　had
  divined　the　fact；　I　was　so　soon　to　see　you；　that　I　thought　best　to　keep
  it　till　we　met。〃
  Gregory　tried　to　speak；　but　he　let　Belsky　go　on。
  〃If　you　think　that　the　world　has　spoiled　her；　that　she　will　be　different
  from　what　she　was　in　her　home　among　your　mountains；　let　me　reassure　you。
  In　her　you　will　find　the　miracle　of　a　woman　whom　no　flattery　can　turn　the
  head。　　I　have　watched　her　in　your　interest；　I　have　tested　her。　　She　is
  what　you　saw　her　last。〃
  〃Surely；〃　asked　Gregory；　in　an　anguish　for　what　he　now　dreaded；　〃you
  haven't　spoken　to　her　of　me？〃
  〃Not　by　name；　no。　　I　could　not　have　that　indiscretion〃
  〃The　name　is　nothing。　　Have　you　said　that　you　knew　me　Of　course　not！
  But　have　you　hinted　at　any　knowledge　Because〃
  〃You　will　hear！〃　said　Belsky；　and　he　poured　out　upon　Gregory　the　story　of
  what　he　had　done。　　〃She　did　not　deny　anything。　　She　was　greatly　moved；
  but　she　did　not　refuse　to　let　me　bid　you　hope〃
  〃Oh！〃　　Gregory　took　his　head　between　his　hands。　　〃You　have　spoiled　my
  life！〃
  〃Spoiled〃　Belsky　stopped　aghast。
  〃I　told　you　my　story　in　a　moment　of　despicable　weaknessof　impulsive
  folly。　　But　how　could　I　dream　that　you　would　ever　meet　her？　　How　could　I
  imagine　that　you　would　speak　to　her　as　you　have　done？〃　　He　groaned；　and
  began　to　creep　giddily　about　the　room　in　his　misery。　　〃Oh；　oh；　oh！
  What　shall　I　do？〃
  〃But　I　do　not　understand！〃　Belsky　began。　　〃If　I　have　committed　an　error〃
  〃Oh；　an　error　that　never　could　be　put　right　in　all　eternity！〃
  〃Then　let　me　go　to　herlet　me　tell　her〃
  〃Keep　away　from　her！〃　shouted　Gregory。　　〃Do　you　hear？　　Never　go　near　her
  again！〃
  〃Gregory！〃
  〃Ah；　I　beg　your　pardon！　　I　don't　know　what　I'm　doing…saying。　　What　will
  she　thinkwhat　will　she　think　of　me！〃　　He　had　ceased　to　speak　to　Belsky；
  he　collapsed　into　a　chair；　and　hid　his　face　in　his　arms　stretched　out　on
  the　table　before　him。
  Belsky　watched　him　in　the　stupefaction　which　the　artistic　nature　feels
  when　life　proves　sentient　under　its　hand；　and　not　the　mere　material　of
  situations　and　effects。　　He　could　not　conceive　the　full　measure　of　the
  disaster　he　had　wrought；　the　outrage　of　his　own　behavior　had　been　lost　to
  him　in　his　preoccupation　with　the　romantic　end　to　be　accomplished。　　He
  had