extraordinary　little　boy　who　had　now　become　such　a　complication　in
  his　life。　　Much　less　could　he　then　calculate　on　the　information　he
  was　still　to　owe　the　extraordinary　little　boy。
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  But　it　was　during　the　ensuing　time　that　the　real　problem　came　up　…
  the　problem　of　how　far　it　was　excusable　to　discuss　the　turpitude　of
  parents　with　a　child　of　twelve；　of　thirteen；　of　fourteen。
  Absolutely　inexcusable　and　quite　impossible　it　of　course　at　first
  appeared；　and　indeed　the　question　didn't　press　for　some　time　after
  Pemberton　had　received　his　three　hundred　francs。　　They　produced　a
  temporary　lull；　a　relief　from　the　sharpest　pressure。　　The　young　man
  frugally　amended　his　wardrobe　and　even　had　a　few　francs　in　his
  pocket。　　He　thought　the　Moreens　looked　at　him　as　if　he　were　almost
  too　smart；　as　if　they　ought　to　take　care　not　to　spoil　him。　　If　Mr。
  Moreen　hadn't　been　such　a　man　of　the　world　he　would　perhaps　have
  spoken　of　the　freedom　of　such　neckties　on　the　part　of　a
  subordinate。　　But　Mr。　Moreen　was　always　enough　a　man　of　the　world
  to　let　things　pass　…　he　had　certainly　shown　that。　　It　was　singular
  how　Pemberton　guessed　that　Morgan；　though　saying　nothing　about　it；
  knew　something　had　happened。　　But　three　hundred　francs；　especially
  when　one　owed　money；　couldn't　last　for　ever；　and　when　the　treasure
  was　gone　…　the　boy　knew　when　it　had　failed　…　Morgan　did　break
  ground。　　The　party　had　returned　to　Nice　at　the　beginning　of　the
  winter；　but　not　to　the　charming　villa。　　They　went　to　an　hotel；
  where　they　stayed　three　months；　and　then　moved　to　another
  establishment；　explaining　that　they　had　left　the　first　because；
  after　waiting　and　waiting；　they　couldn't　get　the　rooms　they　wanted。
  These　apartments；　the　rooms　they　wanted；　were　generally　very
  splendid；　but　fortunately　they　never　COULD　get　them　…　fortunately；
  I　mean；　for　Pemberton；　who　reflected　always　that　if　they　had　got
  them　there　would　have　been　a　still　scantier　educational　fund。　　What
  Morgan　said　at　last　was　said　suddenly；　irrelevantly；　when　the
  moment　came；　in　the　middle　of　a　lesson；　and　consisted　of　the
  apparently　unfeeling　words：　　〃You　ought　to　filer；　you　know　…　you
  really　ought。〃
  Pemberton　stared。　　He　had　learnt　enough　French　slang　from　Morgan　to
  know　that　to　filer　meant　to　cut　sticks。　　〃Ah　my　dear　fellow；　don't
  turn　me　off！〃
  Morgan　pulled　a　Greek　lexicon　toward　him　…　he　used　a　Greek…German　…
  to　look　out　a　word；　instead　of　asking　it　of　Pemberton。　　〃You　can't
  go　on　like　this；　you　know。〃
  〃Like　what；　my　boy？〃
  〃You　know　they　don't　pay　you　up；〃　said　Morgan；　blushing　and　turning
  his　leaves。
  〃Don't　pay　me？〃　Pemberton　stared　again　and　feigned　amazement。
  〃What　on　earth　put　that　into　your　head？〃
  〃It　has　been　there　a　long　time；〃　the　boy　replied　rummaging　his
  book。
  Pemberton　was　silent；　then　he　went　on：　　〃I　say；　what　are　you
  hunting　for？　　They　pay　me　beautifully。〃
  〃I'm　hunting　for　the　Greek　for　awful　whopper；〃　Morgan　dropped。
  〃Find　that　rather　for　gross　impertinence　and　disabuse　your　mind。
  What　do　I　want　of　money？〃
  〃Oh　that's　another　question！〃
  Pemberton　wavered　…　he　was　drawn　in　different　ways。　　The　severely
  correct　thing　would　have　been　to　tell　the　boy　that　such　a　matter
  was　none　of　his　business　and　bid　him　go　on　with　his　lines。　　But
  they　were　really　too　intimate　for　that；　it　was　not　the　way　he　was
  in　the　habit　of　treating　him；　there　had　been　no　reason　it　should
  be。　　On　the　other　hand　Morgan　had　quite　lighted　on　the　truth　…　he
  really　shouldn't　be　able　to　keep　it　up　much　longer；　therefore　why
  not　let　him　know　one's　real　motive　for　forsaking　him？　　At　the　same
  time　it　wasn't　decent　to　abuse　to　one's　pupil　the　family　of　one's
  pupil；　it　was　better　to　misrepresent　than　to　do　that。　　So　in　reply
  to　his　comrade's　last　exclamation　he　just　declared；　to　dismiss　the
  subject；　that　he　had　received　several　payments。
  〃I　say　…　I　say！〃　the　boy　ejaculated；　laughing。
  〃That's　all　right；〃　Pemberton　insisted。　　〃Give　me　your　written
  rendering。〃
  Morgan　pushed　a　copybook　across　the　table；　and　he　began　to　read　the
  page；　but　with　something　running　in　his　head　that　made　it　no　sense。
  Looking　up　after　a　minute　or　two　he　found　the　child's　eyes　fixed　on
  him　and　felt　in　them　something　strange。　　Then　Morgan　said：　　〃I'm
  not　afraid　of　the　stern　reality。〃
  〃I　haven't　yet　seen　the　thing　you　ARE　afraid　of　…　I'll　do　you　that
  justice！〃
  This　came　out　with　a　jump　…　it　was　perfectly　true　…　and　evidently
  gave　Morgan　pleasure。　　〃I've　thought　of　it　a　long　time；〃　he
  presently　resumed。
  〃Well；　don't　think　of　it　any　more。〃
  The　boy　appeared　to　comply；　and　they　had　a　comfortable　and　even　an
  amusing　hour。　　They　had　a　theory　that　they　were　very　thorough；　and
  yet　they　seemed　always　to　be　in　the　amusing　part　of　lessons；　the
  intervals　between　the　dull　dark　tunnels；　where　there　were　waysides
  and　jolly　views。　　Yet　the　morning　was　brought　to　a　violent　as　end
  by　Morgan's　suddenly　leaning　his　arms　on　the　table；　burying　his
  head　in　them　and　bursting　into　tears：　　at　which　Pemberton　was　the
  more　startled　that；　as　it　then　came　over　him；　it　was　the　first　time
  he　had　ever　seen　the　boy　cry　and　that　the　impression　was
  consequently　quite　awful。
  The　next　day；　after　much　thought；　he　took　a　decision　and；　believing
  it　to　be　just；　immediately　acted　on　it。　　He　cornered　Mr。　and　Mrs。
  Moreen　again　and　let　them　know　that　if　on　the　spot　they　didn't　pay
  him　all　they　owed　him　he　wouldn't　only　leave　their　house　but　would
  tell　Morgan　exactly　what　had　brought　him　to　it。
  〃Oh　you　HAVEN'T　told　him？〃　cried　Mrs。　Moreen　with　a　pacifying　hand
  on　her　well…dressed　bosom。
  〃Without　warning　you？　　For　what　do　you　take　me？〃　the　young　man
  returned。
  Mr。　and　Mrs。　Moreen　looked　at　each　other；　he　could　see　that　they
  appreciated；　as　tending　to　their　security；　his　superstition　of
  delicacy；　and　yet　that　there　was　a　certain　alarm　in　their　relief。
  〃My　dear　fellow；〃　Mr。　Moreen　demanded；　〃what　use　can　you　have；
  leading　the　quiet　life　we　all　do；　for　such　a　lot　of　money？〃　…　a
  question　to　which　Pemberton　made　no　answer；　occupied　as　he　was　in
  noting　that　what　passed　in　the　mind　of　his　patrons　was　something
  like：　　〃Oh　then；　if　we've　felt　that　the　child；　dear　little　angel；
  has　judged　us　and　how　he　regards　us；　and　we　haven't　been　betrayed；
  he　must　have　guessed　…　and　in　short　it's　GENERAL！〃　an　inference
  that　rather　stirred　up　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Moreen；　as　Pemberton　had
  desired　it　should。　　At　the　same　time；　if　he　had　supposed　his　threat
  would　do　something　towards　bringing　them　round；　he　was　disappointed
  to　find　them　taking　for　granted　…　how　vulgar　their　perception　HAD
  been！　…　that　he　had　already　given　them　away。　　There　was　a　mystic
  uneasiness　in　their　parental　breasts；　and　that　had　been　the
  inferior　sense　of　it。　　None　the　less　however；　his　threat　did　touch
  them；　for　if　they　had　escaped　it　was　only　to　meet　a　new　danger。
  Mr。　Moreen　appealed　to　him；　on　every　precedent；　as　a　man　of　the
  world；　but　his　wife　had　recourse；　for　the　first　time　since　his
  domestication　with　them；　to　a　fine　hauteur；　reminding　him　that　a
  devoted　mother；　with　her　child；　had　arts　that　protected　her　against
  gross　misrepresentation。
  〃I　should　misrepresent　you　grossly　if　I　accused　you　of　common
  honesty！〃　our　friend　replied；　but　as　he　closed　the　door　behind　him
  sharply；　thinking　he　had　not　done　himself　much　good；　while　Mr。
  Moreen　lighted　another　cigarette；　he　heard　his　hostess　shout　after
  him　more　touchingly
  〃Oh　you　do；　you　DO；　put　the　knife　to　one's　throat！〃
  The　next　morning；　very　early；　she　came　to　his　　room。　　He　recognised
  her　knock；　but　had　no　hope　she　brought　him　money；　as　to　which　he
  was　wrong；　for　she　had　fifty　francs　in　her　hand。　　She　squeezed
  forward　in　her　dressing…gown；　and　he　received　her　in　his　own；
  between　his　bath…tub　and　his　bed。　　He　had　been　tolerably　schooled
  by　this　time　to　the　〃foreign　ways〃　of　his　hosts。　　Mrs。　Moreen　was
  ardent；　and　when　she　was　ardent　she　didn't　care　what　she　did；　so
  she　now　sat　down　on　his　bed；　his　clothes　being　on　the　chairs；　and；
  in　her　preoccupation；　forgot；　as　she　glanced　round；　to　be　ashamed
  of　giving　him　such　a　horrid　room。　　What　Mrs。　Moreen's　ardour　now
  bore　upon　was　the　design　of　persuading　him　that　in　the　first　place
  she　was　very　good…natured　to　bring　him　fifty　francs；　and　that　in
  the　second；　if　he　would　only　see　it；　he　was　really　too　absurd　to
  expect　to　be　paid。　　Wasn't　he　paid　enough　without　perpetual　money　…
  wasn't　he　paid　by　the　comfortable　luxurious　home　he　enjoyed　with
  them　all；　without　a　care；　an　anxiety；　a　solitary　want？　　Wasn't　he
  sure　of　his　position；　and　wasn't　that　everything　to　a　young　man
  like　him；　quite　unknown；　with　singularly　little　to　show；　the　ground
  of　whose　exorbitant　pretensions　it　had　never　been　easy　to　discover？
  Wasn't　he　paid　above　all　by　the　sweet　relation　he　had　established
  with　Morgan　…　quite　ideal　as　from　master　to　pupil　…　and　by　the
  simple　privil