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

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