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month。　　The　boy's　fond　family；　however　this　might　be；　turned　their

backs　with　exaggerated　delicacy；　as　if　to　avoid　the　reproach　of

interfering。　　Seeing　in　time　how　little　he　had　in　common　with　them

…　it　was　by　THEM　he　first　observed　it；　they　proclaimed　it　with

complete　humility　…　his　companion　was　moved　to　speculate　on　the

mysteries　of　transmission；　the　far　jumps　of　heredity。　　Where　his

detachment　from　most　of　the　things　they　represented　had　come　from

was　more　than　an　observer　could　say　…　it　certainly　had　burrowed

under　two　or　three　generations。



As　for　Pemberton's　own　estimate　of　his　pupil；　it　was　a　good　while

before　he　got　the　point　of　view；　so　little　had　he　been　prepared　for

it　by　the　smug　young　barbarians　to　whom　the　tradition　of　tutorship；

as　hitherto　revealed　to　him；　had　been　adjusted。　　Morgan　was　scrappy

and　surprising；　deficient　in　many　properties　supposed　common　to　the

genus　and　abounding　in　others　that　were　the　portion　only　of　the

supernaturally　clever。　　One　day　his　friend　made　a　great　stride：　　it

cleared　up　the　question　to　perceive　that　Morgan　WAS　supernaturally

clever　and　that；　though　the　formula　was　temporarily　meagre；　this

would　be　the　only　assumption　on　which　one　could　successfully　deal

with　him。　　He　had　the　general　quality　of　a　child　for　whom　life　had

not　been　simplified　by　school；　a　kind　of　homebred　sensibility　which

might　have　been　as　bad　for　himself　but　was　charming　for　others；　and

a　whole　range　of　refinement　and　perception　…　little　musical

vibrations　as　taking　as　picked…up　airs　…　begotten　by　wandering

about　Europe　at　the　tail　of　his　migratory　tribe。　　This　might　not

have　been　an　education　to　recommend　in　advance；　but　its　results

with　so　special　a　subject　were　as　appreciable　as　the　marks　on　a

piece　of　fine　porcelain。　　There　was　at　the　same　time　in　him　a　small

strain　of　stoicism；　doubtless　the　fruit　of　having　had　to　begin

early　to　bear　pain；　which　counted　for　pluck　and　made　it　of　less

consequence　that　he　might　have　been　thought　at　school　rather　a

polyglot　little　beast。　　Pemberton　indeed　quickly　found　himself

rejoicing　that　school　was　out　of　the　question：　　in　any　million　of

boys　it　was　probably　good　for　all　but　one；　and　Morgan　was　that

millionth。　　It　would　have　made　him　comparative　and　superior　…　it

might　have　made　him　really　require　kicking。　　Pemberton　would　try　to

be　school　himself　…　a　bigger　seminary　than　five　hundred　grazing

donkeys；　so　that；　winning　no　prizes；　the　boy　would　remain

unconscious　and　irresponsible　and　amusing　…　amusing；　because；

though　life　was　already　intense　in　his　childish　nature；　freshness

still　made　there　a　strong　draught　for　jokes。　　It　turned　out　that

even　in　the　still　air　of　Morgan's　various　disabilities　jokes

flourished　greatly。　　He　was　a　pale　lean　acute　undeveloped　little

cosmopolite；　who　liked　intellectual　gymnastics　and　who　also；　as

regards　the　behaviour　of　mankind；　had　noticed　more　things　than　you

might　suppose；　but　who　nevertheless　had　his　proper　playroom　of

superstitions；　where　he　smashed　a　dozen　toys　a　day。







CHAPTER　III







At　Nice　once；　toward　evening；　as　the　pair　rested　in　the　open　air

after　a　walk；　and　looked　over　the　sea　at　the　pink　western　lights；

he　said　suddenly　to　his　comrade：　　〃Do　you　like　it；　you　know　…　being

with　us　all　in　this　intimate　way？〃



〃My　dear　fellow；　why　should　I　stay　if　I　didn't？〃



〃How　do　I　know　you'll　stay？　　I'm　almost　sure　you　won't；　very　long。〃



〃I　hope　you　don't　mean　to　dismiss　me；〃　said　Pemberton。



Morgan　debated；　looking　at　the　sunset。　　〃I　think　if　I　did　right　I

ought　to。〃



〃Well；　I　know　I'm　supposed　to　instruct　you　in　virtue；　but　in　that

case　don't　do　right。〃



〃'You're　very　young　…　fortunately；〃　Morgan　went　on；　turning　to　him

again。



〃Oh　yes；　compared　with　you！〃



〃Therefore　it　won't　matter　so　much　if　you　do　lose　a　lot　of　time。〃



〃That's　the　way　to　look　at　it；〃　said　Pemberton　accommodatingly。



They　were　silent　a　minute；　after　which　the　boy　asked：　　〃Do　you　like

my　father　and　my　mother　very　much？〃



〃Dear　me；　yes。　　They're　charming　people。〃



Morgan　received　this　with　another　silence；　then　unexpectedly；

familiarly；　but　at　the　same　time　affectionately；　he　remarked：

〃You're　a　jolly　old　humbug！〃



For　a　particular　reason　the　words　made　our　young　man　change　colour。

The　boy　noticed　in　an　instant　that　he　had　turned　red；　whereupon　he

turned　red　himself　and　pupil　and　master　exchanged　a　longish　glance

in　which　there　was　a　consciousness　of　many　more　things　than　are

usually　touched　upon；　even　tacitly；　in　such　a　relation。　　It

produced　for　Pemberton　an　embarrassment；　it　raised　in　a　shadowy

form　a　question　…　this　was　the　first　glimpse　of　it　…　destined　to

play　a　singular　and；　as　he　imagined；　owing　to　the　altogether

peculiar　conditions；　an　unprecedented　part　in　his　intercourse　with

his　little　companion。　　Later；　when　he　found　himself　talking　with

the　youngster　in　a　way　in　which　few　youngsters　could　ever　have　been

talked　with；　he　thought　of　that　clumsy　moment　on　the　bench　at　Nice

as　the　dawn　of　an　understanding　that　had　broadened。　　What　had　added

to　the　clumsiness　then　was　that　he　thought　it　his　duty　to　declare

to　Morgan　that　he　might　abuse　him；　Pemberton；　as　much　as　he　liked；

but　must　never　abuse　his　parents。　　To　this　Morgan　had　the　easy

retort　that　he　hadn't　dreamed　of　abusing　them；　which　appeared　to　be

true：　　it　put　Pemberton　in　the　wrong。



〃Then　why　am　I　a　humbug　for　saying　I　think　them　charming？〃　the

young　man　asked；　conscious　of　a　certain　rashness。



〃Well　…　they're　not　your　parents。〃



〃They　love　you　better　than　anything　in　the　world　…　never　forget

that；〃　said　Pemberton。



〃Is　that　why　you　like　them　so　much？〃



〃They're　very　kind　to　me；〃　Pemberton　replied　evasively。



〃You　ARE　a　humbug！〃　laughed　Morgan；　passing　an　arm　into　his

tutor's。　　He　leaned　against　him　looking　oft　at　the　sea　again　and

swinging　his　long　thin　legs。



〃Don't　kick　my　shins；〃　said　Pemberton　while　he　reflected　〃Hang　it；

I　can't　complain　of　them　to　the　child！〃



〃There's　another　reason；　too；〃　Morgan　went　on；　keeping　his　legs

still。



〃Another　reason　for　what？〃



〃Besides　their　not　being　your　parents。〃



〃I　don't　understand　you；〃　said　Pemberton。



〃Well；　you　will　before　long。　　All　right！〃



He　did　understand　fully　before　long；　but　he　made　a　fight　even　with

himself　before　he　confessed　it。　　He　thought　it　the　oddest　thing　to

have　a　struggle　with　the　child　about。　　He　wondered　he　didn't　hate

the　hope　of　the　Moreens　for　bringing　the　struggle　on。　　But　by　the

time　it　began　any　such　sentiment　for　that　scion　was　closed　to　him。

Morgan　was　a　special　case；　and　to　know　him　was　to　accept　him　on　his

own　odd　terms。　　Pemberton　had　spent　his　aversion　to　special　cases

before　arriving　at　knowledge。　　When　at　last　he　did　arrive　his

quandary　was　great。　　Against　every　interest　he　had　attached

himself。　　They　would　have　to　meet　things　together。　　Before　they

went　home　that　evening　at　Nice　the　boy　had　said；　clinging　to　his

arm：



〃Well；　at　any　rate　you'll　hang　on　to　the　last。〃



〃To　the　last？〃



〃Till　you're　fairly　beaten。〃



〃YOU　ought　to　be　fairly　beaten！〃　cried　the　young　man；　drawing　him

closer。







CHAPTER　IV







A　year　after　he　had　come　to　live　with　them　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Moreen

suddenly　gave　up　the　villa　at　Nice。　　Pemberton　had　got　used　to

suddenness；　having　seen　it　practised　on　a　considerable　scale　during

two　jerky　little　tours　…　one　in　Switzerland　the　first　summer；　and

the　other　late　in　the　winter；　when　they　all　ran　down　to　Florence

and　then；　at　the　end　of　ten　days；　liking　it　much　less　than　they　had

intended；　straggled　back　in　mysterious　depression。　　They　had

returned　to　Nice　〃for　ever；〃　as　they　said；　but　this　didn't　prevent

their　squeezing；　one　rainy　muggy　May　night；　into　a　second…class

railway…carriage　…　you　could　never　tell　by　which　class　they　would

travel　…　where　Pemberton　helped　them　to　stow　away　a　wonderful

collection　of　bundles　and　bags。　　The　explanation　of　this　manoeuvre

was　that　they　had　determined　to　spend　the　summer　〃in　some　bracing

place〃；　but　in　Paris　they　dropped　into　a　small　furnished　apartment

…　a　fourth　floor　in　a　third…rate　avenue；　where　there　was　a　smell　on

the　staircase　and　the　portier　was　hateful　…　and　passed　the　next

four　months　in　blank　indigence。



The　better　part　of　this　baffled　sojourn　was　for　the　preceptor　and

his　pupil；　who；　visiting　the　Invalides　and　Notre　Dame；　the

Conciergerie　and　all　the　museums；　took　a　hundred　remunerative

rambles。　　They　learned　to　know　their　Paris；　which　was　useful；　for

they　came　back　another　year　for　a　longer　stay；　the　general

character　of　which　in　Pemberton's　memory　to…day　mixes　pitiably　and

confusedly　with　that　of　the　first。　　He　sees　Morgan's　shabby

knickerbockers　…　the　everlasting　pair　that　didn't　match　his　blouse

and　that　as　he　grew　longer　could　only　grow　faded。　　He　remembers　the

particular　holes　in　his　three　or　four　pair　of　col