to utter. "You're right. Don't worry them," Pemberton pursued.
"Except for that, they ARE charming people."
"Except for THEIR lying and THEIR cheating?"
"I say - I say!" cried Pemberton, imitating a little tone of the
lad's which was itself an imitation.
"We must be frank, at the last; we MUST come to an understanding,"
said Morgan with the importance of the small boy who lets himself
think he is arranging great affairs - almost playing at shipwreck
or at Indians. "I know all about everything."
"I dare say your father has his reasons,'' Pemberton replied, but
too vaguely, as he was aware.
"For lying and cheating?"
"For saving and managing and turning his means to the best account.
He has plenty to do with his money. You're an expensive family."
"Yes, I'm very expensive," Morgan concurred in a manner that made
his preceptor burst out laughing.
"He's saving for YOU," said Pemberton. "They think of you in
everything they do."
"He might, while he's about it, save a little - " The boy paused,
and his friend waited to hear what. Then Morgan brought out oddly:
"A little reputation."
"Oh there's plenty of that. That's all right!"
"Enough of it for the people they know, no doubt. The people they
know are awful."
"Do you mean the princes? We mustn't abuse the princes."
"Why not? They haven't married Paula - they haven't married Amy.
They only clean out Ulick."
"You DO know everything!" Pemberton declared.
"No, I don't, after all. I don't know what they live on, or how
they live, or WHY they live! What have they got and how did they
get it? Are they rich, are they poor, or have they a modeste
aisance? Why are they always chiveying me about - living one year
like ambassadors and the next like paupers? Who are they, any way,
and what are they? I've thought of all that - I've thought of a
lot of things. They're so beastly worldly. That's what I hate
most - oh, I've SEEN it! All they care about is to make an
appearance and to pass for something or other. What the dickens do
they want to pass for? What DO they, Mr. Pemberton?"
"You pause for a reply," said Pemberton, treating the question as a
joke, yet wondering too and greatly struck with his mate's intense
if imperfect vision. "I haven't the least idea."
"And what good does it do? Haven't I seen the way people treat
them - the 'nice' people, the ones they want to know? They'll take
anything from them - they'll lie down and be trampled on. The nice
ones hate that - they just sicken them. You're the only really
nice person we know."
"Are you sure? They don't lie down for me!"
"Well, you shan't lie down for them. You've got to go - that's
what you've got to do," said Morgan.
"And what will become of you?"
"Oh I'm growing up. I shall get off before long. I'll see you
"You had better let me finish you," Pemberton urged, lendingDownload<<BackPagesMainNext>>