“If I had only such objections as yours, Martini,” replied the professor, “I should certainly waive them in the case of a man really possessing, as Rivarez undoubtedly does, all the qualifications Riccardo speaks of. For my part, I have not the slightest doubt as to either his courage, his honesty, or his presence of mind; and that he knows both mountains and mountaineers we have had ample proof. But there is another objection. I do not feel sure that it is only for the smuggling of pamphlets he goes into the mountains. I have begun to doubt whether he has not another purpose. This is, of course, entirely between ourselves. It is a mere suspicion. It seems to me just possible that he is in connexion with some one of the 'sects,' and perhaps with the most dangerous of them.” “Which one do you mean--the 'Red Girdles'?” “No; the 'Occoltellatori.'” “The 'Knifers'! But that is a little body of outlaws--peasants, most of them, with neither education nor political experience.” “So were the insurgents of Savigno; but they had a few educated men as leaders, and this little society may have the same. And remember, it's pretty well known that most of the members of those more violent sects in the Romagna are survivors of the Savigno affair, who found themselves too weak to fight the Churchmen in open insurrection, and so have fallen back on assassination. Their hands are not strong enough for guns, and they take to knives instead.” “But what makes you suppose Rivarez to be connected with them?” “I don't suppose, I merely suspect. In any case, I think we had better find out for certain before we intrust our smuggling to him. If he attempted to do both kinds of work at once he would injure our party most terribly; he would simply destroy its reputation and accomplish nothing. However, we will talk of that another time. I wanted to speak to you about the news from Rome. It is said that a commission is to be appointed to draw up a project for a municipal constitution.” CHAPTER VI. GEMMA and the Gadfly walked silently along the Lung'Arno. His feverish talkativeness seemed to have quite spent itself; he had hardly spoken a word since they left Riccardo's door, and Gemma was heartily glad of his silence. She always felt embarrassed in his company, and to-day more so than usual, for his strange behaviour at the committee meeting had greatly perplexed her. By the Uffizi palace he suddenly stopped and turned to her. “Are you tired?” “No; why?” “Nor especially busy this evening?” “No.” “I want to ask a favour of you; I want you to come for a walk with me.” “Where to?” “Nowhere in particular; anywhere you like.” “But what for?” He hesitated. “I--can't tell you--at least, it's very difficult; but please come if you can.” He raised his eyes suddenly from the ground, and she saw how strange their expression was.