The Pupil eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about The Pupil.

The Pupil eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about The Pupil.

Then Pemberton brought out his remedy.  “I’ll go to the American Consul; I’ll borrow some money of him—­just for the few days, on the strength of the telegram.”

Morgan was hilarious.  “Show him the telegram—­then collar the money and stay!”

Pemberton entered into the joke sufficiently to reply that for Morgan he was really capable of that; but the boy, growing more serious, and to prove he hadn’t meant what he said, not only hurried him off to the Consulate—­since he was to start that evening, as he had wired to his friend—­but made sure of their affair by going with him.  They splashed through the tortuous perforations and over the humpbacked bridges, and they passed through the Piazza, where they saw Mr. Moreen and Ulick go into a jeweller’s shop.  The Consul proved accommodating—­Pemberton said it wasn’t the letter, but Morgan’s grand air—­and on their way back they went into Saint Mark’s for a hushed ten minutes.  Later they took up and kept up the fun of it to the very end; and it seemed to Pemberton a part of that fun that Mrs. Moreen, who was very angry when he had announced her his intention, should charge him, grotesquely and vulgarly and in reference to the loan she had vainly endeavoured to effect, with bolting lest they should “get something out” of him.  On the other hand he had to do Mr. Moreen and Ulick the justice to recognise that when on coming in they heard the cruel news they took it like perfect men of the world.

CHAPTER VIII

When he got at work with the opulent youth, who was to be taken in hand for Balliol, he found himself unable to say if this aspirant had really such poor parts or if the appearance were only begotten of his own long association with an intensely living little mind.  From Morgan he heard half a dozen times:  the boy wrote charming young letters, a patchwork of tongues, with indulgent postscripts in the family Volapuk and, in little squares and rounds and crannies of the text, the drollest illustrations—­letters that he was divided between the impulse to show his present charge as a vain, a wasted incentive, and the sense of something in them that publicity would profane.  The opulent youth went up in due course and failed to pass; but it seemed to add to the presumption that brilliancy was not expected of him all at once that his parents, condoning the lapse, which they good-naturedly treated as little as possible as if it were Pemberton’s, should have sounded the rally again, begged the young coach to renew the siege.

The young coach was now in a position to lend Mrs. Moreen three louis, and he sent her a post-office order even for a larger amount.  In return for this favour he received a frantic scribbled line from her:  “Implore you to come back instantly—­Morgan dread fully ill.”  They were on there rebound, once more in Paris—­often as Pemberton had seen them depressed he had never seen them crushed—­and

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