quitted。　　Then；　having　closed　the　door　after　him；　she　directed　her
  steps　swiftly　to　Pemberton。　　There　was　something　in　the　air；　but
  his　wildest　flight　of　fancy　wouldn't　have　suggested　what　it　proved
  to　be。　　She　signified　that　she　had　made　a　pretext　to　get　Morgan　out
  of　the　way；　and　then　she　enquired　…　without　hesitation　…　if　the
  young　man　could　favour　her　with　the　loan　of　three　louis。　　While；
  before　bursting　into　a　laugh；　he　stared　at　her　with　surprise；　she
  declared　that　she　was　awfully　pressed　for　the　money；　she　was
  desperate　for　it　…　it　would　save　her　life。
  〃Dear　lady；　c'est　trop　fort！〃　　Pemberton　laughed　in　the　manner　and
  with　the　borrowed　grace　of　idiom　that　marked　the　best　colloquial；
  the　best　anecdotic；　moments　of　his　friends　themselves。　　〃Where　in
  the　world　do　you　suppose　I　should　get　three　louis；　du　train　dont
  vous　allez？〃
  〃I　thought　you　worked　…　wrote　things。　　Don't　they　pay　you？〃
  〃Not　a　penny。〃
  〃Are　you　such　a　fool　as　to　work　for　nothing？〃
  〃You　ought　surely　to　know　that。〃
  Mrs。　Moreen　stared；　then　she　coloured　a　little。　　Pemberton　saw　she
  had　quite　forgotten　the　terms　…　if　〃terms〃　they　could　be　called　…
  that　he　had　ended　by　accepting　from　herself；　they　had　burdened　her
  memory　as　little　as　her　conscience。　　〃Oh　yes；　I　see　what　you　mean　…
  you've　been　very　nice　about　that；　but　why　drag　it　in　so　often？〃
  She　had　been　perfectly　urbane　with　him　ever　since　the　rough　scene
  of　explanation　in　his　room　the　morning　he　made　her　accept　HIS
  〃terms〃　…　the　necessity　of　his　making　his　case　known　to　Morgan。
  She　had　felt　no　resentment　after　seeing　there　was　no　danger　Morgan
  would　take　the　matter　up　with　her。　　Indeed；　attributing　this
  immunity　to　the　good　taste　of　his　influence　with　the　boy；　she　had
  once　said　to　Pemberton　〃My　dear　fellow；　it's　an　immense　comfort
  you're　a　gentleman。〃　　She　repeated　this　in　substance　now。　　〃Of
  course　you're　a　gentleman　…　that's　a　bother　the　less！〃　　Pemberton
  reminded　her　that　he　had　not　〃dragged　in〃　anything　that　wasn't
  already　in　as　much　as　his　foot　was　in　his　shoe；　and　she　also
  repeated　her　prayer　that；　somewhere　and　somehow；　he　would　find　her
  sixty　francs。　　He　took　the　liberty　of　hinting　that　if　he　could　find
  them　it　wouldn't　be　to　lend　them　to　HER　…　as　to　which　he
  consciously　did　himself　injustice；　knowing　that　if　he　had　them　he
  would　certainly　put　them　at　her　disposal。　　He　accused　himself；　at
  bottom　and　not　unveraciously；　of　a　fantastic；　a　demoralised
  sympathy　with　her。　　If　misery　made　strange　bedfellows　it　also　made
  strange　sympathies。　　It　was　moreover　a　part　of　the　abasement　of
  living　with　such　people　that　one　had　to　make　vulgar　retorts；　quite
  out　of　one's　own　tradition　of　good　manners。　　〃Morgan；　Morgan；　to
  what　pass　have　I　come　for　you？〃　he　groaned　while　Mrs。　Moreen
  floated　voluminously　down　the　sala　again　to　liberate　the　boy；
  wailing　as　she　went　that　everything　was　too　odious。
  Before　their　young　friend　was　liberated　there　came　a　thump　at　the
  door　communicating　with　the　staircase；　followed　by　the　apparition
  of　a　dripping　youth　who　poked　in　his　head。　　Pemberton　recognised
  him　as　the　bearer　of　a　telegram　and　recognised　the　telegram　as
  addressed　to　himself。　　Morgan　came　back　as；　after　glancing　at　the
  signature　…　that　of　a　relative　in　London　…　he　was　reading　the
  words：　　〃Found　a　jolly　job　for　you；　engagement　to　coach　opulent
  youth　on　own　terms。　　Come　at　once。〃　　The　answer　happily　was　paid
  and　the　messenger　waited。　　Morgan；　who　had　drawn　near；　waited　too
  and　looked　hard　at　Pemberton；　and　Pemberton；　after　a　moment；　having
  met　his　look；　handed　him　the　telegram。　　It　was　really　by　wise　looks
  …　they　knew　each　other　so　well　now　…　that；　while　the　telegraph…boy；
  in　his　waterproof　cape；　made　a　great　puddle　on　the　floor；　the　thing
  was　settled　between　them。　　Pemberton　wrote　the　answer　with　a　pencil
  against　the　frescoed　wall；　and　the　messenger　departed。　　When　he　had
  gone　the　young　man　explained　himself。
  〃I'll　make　a　tremendous　charge；　I'll　earn　a　lot　of　money　in　a　short
  time；　and　we'll　live　on　it。〃
  〃Well；　I　hope　the　opulent　youth　will　be　a　dismal　dunce　…　he
  probably　will　…　〃　Morgan　parenthesised　…　〃and　keep　you　a　long　time
  a…hammering　of　it　in。〃
  〃Of　course　the　longer　he　keeps　me　the　more　we　shall　have　for　our
  old　age。〃
  〃But　suppose　THEY　don't　pay　you！〃　Morgan　awfully　suggested。
  〃Oh　there　are　not　two　such　…　！〃　　But　Pemberton　pulled　up；　he　had
  been　on　the　point　of　using　too　invidious　a　term。　　Instead　of　this
  he　said　〃Two　such　fatalities。〃
  Morgan　flushed　…　the　tears　came　to　his　eyes。　　〃Dites　toujours　two
  such　rascally　crews！〃　　Then　in　a　different　tone　he　added：　　〃Happy
  opulent　youth！〃
  〃Not　if　he's　a　dismal　dunce。〃
  〃Oh　they're　happier　then。　　But　you　can't　have　everything；　can　you？〃
  the　boy　smiled。
  Pemberton　held　him　fast；　hands　on　his　shoulders　…　he　had　never
  loved　him　so。　　〃What　will　become　of　you；　what　will　you　do？〃　　He
  thought　of　Mrs。　Moreen；　desperate　for　sixty　francs。
  〃I　shall　become　an　homme　fait。〃　　And　then　as　if　he　recognised　all
  the　bearings　of　Pemberton's　allusion：　　〃I　shall　get　on　with　them
  better　when　you're　not　here。〃
  〃Ah　don't　say　that　…　it　sounds　as　if　I　set　you　against　them！〃
  〃You　do　…　the　sight　of　you。　　It's　all　right；　you　know　what　I　mean。
  I　shall　be　beautiful。　　I'll　take　their　affairs　in　hand；　I'll　marry
  my　sisters。〃
  〃You'll　marry　yourself！〃　joked　Pemberton；　as　high；　rather　tense
  pleasantry　would　evidently　be　the　right；　or　the　safest；　tone　for
  their　separation。
  It　was；　however；　not　purely　in　this　strain　that　Morgan　suddenly
  asked：　　〃But　I　say　…　how　will　you　get　to　your　jolly　job？　　You'll
  have　to　telegraph　to　the　opulent　youth　for　money　to　come　on。〃
  Pemberton　bethought　himself。　　〃They　won't　like　that；　will　they？〃
  〃Oh　look　out　for　them！〃
  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　VIIII
  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　communication　was　therefore　rapid。　　He　wrote　to　the　boy　to
  ascertain　the　state　of　his　health；　but　awaited　the　answer　in　vain。
  He　accordingly；　after　three　days；　too