What the boy couldn’t get over was the fact that this particular blight16 seemed, in a tradition of self-respect, so undeserved and so arbitrary. No doubt people had a right to take the line they liked; but why should his people have liked the line of pushing and toadying17 and lying and cheating? What had their forefathers18 — all decent folk, so far as he knew — done to them, or what had he done to them? Who had poisoned their blood with the fifth-rate social ideal, the fixed19 idea of making smart acquaintances and getting into the monde chic20, especially when it was foredoomed to failure and exposure? They showed so what they were after; that was what made the people they wanted not want them. And never a wince21 for dignity, never a throb22 of shame at looking each other in the face, never any independence or resentment23 or disgust. If his father or his brother would only knock some one down once or twice a year! Clever as they were they never guessed the impression they made. They were good-natured, yes — as good-natured as Jews at the doors of clothing-shops! But was that the model one wanted one’s family to follow? Morgan had dim memories of an old grandfather, the maternal24, in New York, whom he had been taken across the ocean at the age of five to see: a gentleman with a high neck-cloth and a good deal of pronunciation, who wore a dress-coat in the morning, which made one wonder what he wore in the evening, and had, or was supposed to have “property” and something to do with the Bible Society. It couldn’t have been but that he was a good type. Pemberton himself remembered Mrs. Clancy, a widowed sister of Mr. Moreen’s, who was as irritating as a moral tale and had paid a fortnight’s visit to the family at Nice shortly after he came to live with them. She was “pure and refined,” as Amy said over the banjo, and had the air of not knowing what they meant when they talked, and of keeping something rather important back. Pemberton judged that what she kept back was an approval of many of their ways; therefore it was to be supposed that she too was of a good type, and that Mr. and Mrs. Moreen and Ulick and Paula and Amy might easily have been of a better one if they would.
But that they wouldn’t was more and more perceptible from day to day. They continued to “chivey,” as Morgan called it, and in due time became aware of a variety of reasons for proceeding25 to Venice. They mentioned a great many of them — they were always strikingly frank and had the brightest friendly chatter26, at the late foreign breakfast in especial, before the ladies had made up their faces, when they leaned their arms on the table, had something to follow the demitasse, and, in the heat of familiar discussion as to what they “really ought” to do, fell inevitably27 into the languages in which they could tutoyer. Even Pemberton liked them then; he could endure even Ulick when he heard him give his little flat voice for the “sweet sea-city.” That was what made him have a sneaking28 kindness for them — that they were so out of the workaday world and kept him so out of it. The summer had waned29 when, with cries of ecstasy30, they all passed out on the balcony that overhung the Grand Canal. The sunsets then were splendid and the Dorringtons had arrived. The Dorringtons were the only reason they hadn’t talked of at breakfast; but the reasons they didn’t talk of at breakfast always came out in the end. The Dorringtons on the other hand came out very little; or else when they did they stayed — as was natural — for hours, during which periods Mrs. Moreen and the girls sometimes called at their hotel (to see if they had returned) as many as three times running. The gondola31 was for the ladies, as in Venice too there were “days,” which Mrs. Moreen knew in their order an hour after she arrived. She immediately took one herself, to which the Dorringtons never came, though on a certain occasion when Pemberton and his pupil were together at St. Mark’s — where, taking the best walks they had ever had and haunting a hundred churches, they spent a great deal of time — they saw the old lord turn up with Mr. Moreen and Ulick, who showed him the dim basilica as if it belonged to them. Pemberton noted32 how much less, among its curiosities, Lord Dorrington carried himself as a man of the world; wondering too whether, for such services, his companions took a fee from him. The autumn at any rate waned, the Dorringtons departed, and Lord Verschoyle, the eldest33 son, had proposed neither for Amy nor for Paula.
One sad November day, while the wind roared round the old palace and the rain lashed34 the lagoon35, Pemberton, for exercise and even somewhat for warmth — the Moreens were horribly frugal36 about fires; it was a cause of suffering to their inmate37 — walked up and down the big bare sala with his pupil. The scagliola floor was cold, the high battered38 casements39 shook in the storm, and the stately decay of the place was unrelieved by a particle of furniture. Pemberton’s spirits were low, and it came over him that the fortune of the Moreens was now even lower. A blast of desolation, a portent40 of disgrace and disaster, seemed to draw through the comfortless hall. Mr. Moreen and Ulick were in the Piazza41, looking out for something, strolling drearily42, in mackintoshes, under the arcades43; but still, in spite of mackintoshes, unmistakeable men of the world. Paula and Amy were in bed — it might have been thought they were staying there to keep warm. Pemberton looked askance at the boy at his side, to see to what extent he was conscious of these dark omens44. But Morgan, luckily for him, was now mainly conscious of growing taller and stronger and indeed of being in his fifteenth year. This fact was intensely interesting to him and the basis of a private theory — which, however, he had imparted to his tutor — that in a little while he should stand on his own feet. He considered that the situation would change — that in short he should be “finished,” grown up, producible in the world of affairs and ready to prove himself of sterling45 ability. Sharply as he was capable at times of analysing, as he called it, his life, there were happy hours when he remained, as he also called it — and as the name, really, of their right ideal — “jolly” superficial; the proof of which was his fundamental assumption that he should presently go to Oxford46, to Pemberton’s college, and, aided and abetted47 by Pemberton, do the most wonderful things. It depressed48 the young man to see how little in such a project he took account of ways and means: in other connexions he mostly kept to the measure. Pemberton tried to imagine the Moreens at Oxford and fortunately failed; yet unless they were to adopt it as a residence there would be no modus vivendi for Morgan. How could he live without an allowance, and where was the allowance to come from? He, Pemberton, might live on Morgan; but how could Morgan live on him? What was to become of him anyhow? Somehow the fact that he was a big boy now, with better prospects49 of health, made the question of his future more difficult. So long as he was markedly frail50 the great consideration he inspired seemed enough of an answer to it. But at the bottom of Pemberton’s heart was the recognition of his probably being strong enough to live and not yet strong enough to struggle or to thrive. Morgan himself at any rate was in the first flush of the rosiest51 consciousness of adolescence52, so that the beating of the tempest seemed to him after all but the voice of life and the challenge of fate. He had on his shabby little overcoat, with the collar up, but was enjoying his walk.
It was interrupted at last by the appearance of his mother at the end of the sala. She beckoned53 him to come to her, and while Pemberton saw him, complaisant54, pass down the long vista55 and over the damp false marble, he wondered what was in the air. Mrs. Moreen said a word to the boy and made him go into the room she had 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 pretext56 to get Morgan out of the way, and then she enquired57 — without hesitation58 — 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 awfully59 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 colloquial60, 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 perfectly61 urbane62 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 immunity63 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 injustice64, 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 misery65 made strange bedfellows it also made strange sympathies. It was moreover a part of the abasement66 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 groaned67 while Mrs. Moreen floated voluminously down the sala again to liberate68 the boy, wailing69 as she went that everything was too odious70.
Before their young friend was liberated71 there came a thump72 at the door communicating with the staircase, followed by the apparition73 of a dripping youth who poked74 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 drawn75 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 waterproof76 cape77, made a great puddle78 on the floor, the thing was settled between them. Pemberton wrote the answer with a pencil against the frescoed79 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 dismal80 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 fatalities81.”
Morgan flushed — the tears came to his eyes. “Dites toujours two such rascally82 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 allusion83: “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 purely84 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 Consul85; I’ll borrow some money of him — just for the few days, on the strength of the telegram.”
Morgan was hilarious86. “Show him the telegram — then collar the money and stay!”
Pemberton entered into the joke sufficiently87 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 Consulate88 — 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 tortuous89 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, grotesquely90 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.
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