moment's silence, slowly and gravely, "you have
still not told me all; there is more than this upon
your soul."

"Father, I----" He faltered and broke off
again.

The priest waited silently.

"I envied him because the society--the Young
Italy--that I belong to------"

"Yes?"

"Intrusted him with a work that I had hoped
--would be given to me, that I had thought myself
--specially adapted for."

"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."

"And he gave you no cause for this feeling?