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.
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, took an abrupt leave of the opulent youth and, crossing the Channel, alighted at the small hotel, in the quarter of the Champs Elysees, of which Mrs. Moreen had given him the address.  A deep if dumb dissatisfaction with this lady and her companions bore him company:  they couldn’t be vulgarly honest, but they could live at hotels, in velvety entresols, amid a smell of burnt pastilles, surrounded by the most expensive city in Europe.  When he had left them in Venice it was with an irrepressible suspicion that something was going to happen; but the only thing that could have taken place was again their masterly retreat.  “How is he? where is he?” he asked of Mrs. Moreen; but before she could speak these questions were answered by the pressure round hid neck of a pair of arms, in shrunken sleeves, which still were perfectly capable of an effusive young foreign squeeze.

“Dreadfully ill—­I don’t see it!” the young man cried.  And then to Morgan:  “Why on earth didn’t you relieve me?  Why didn’t you answer my letter?”

Mrs. Moreen declared that when she wrote he was very bad, and Pemberton learned at the same time from the boy that he had answered every letter he had received.  This led to the clear inference that Pemberton’s note had been kept from him so that the game practised should not be interfered with.  Mrs. Moreen was prepared to see the fact exposed, as Pemberton saw the moment he faced her that she was prepared for a good many other things.  She was prepared above all to maintain that she had acted from a sense of duty, that she was enchanted she had got him over, whatever they might say, and that it was useless of him to pretend he didn’t know in all his bones that his place at such a time was with Morgan.  He had taken the boy away from them and now had no right to abandon him.  He had created for himself the gravest responsibilities and must at least abide by what he had done.

“Taken him away from you?” Pemberton exclaimed indignantly.

“Do it—­do it for pity’s sake; that’s just what I want.  I can’t stand this—­and such scenes.  They’re awful frauds—­poor dears!” These words broke from Morgan, who had intermitted his embrace, in a key which made Pemberton turn quickly to him and see that he had suddenly seated himself, was breathing in great pain, and was very pale.

Now do you say he’s not in a state, my precious pet?” shouted his mother, dropping on her knees before him with clasped hands, but touching him no more than if he had been a gilded idol.  “It will pass—­it’s only for an instant; but don’t say such dreadful things!”

“I’m all right—­all right,” Morgan panted to Pemberton, whom he sat looking up at with a strange smile, his hands resting on either side of the sofa.

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