himself to the child's strange superiority.

Morgan stopped in their walk, looking up at him. He had to look up

much less than a couple of years before - he had grown, in his

loose leanness, so long and high. "Finish me?" he echoed.

"There are such a lot of jolly things we can do together yet. I

want to turn you out - I want you to do me credit."

Morgan continued to look at him. "To give you credit - do you

mean?"

"My dear fellow, you're too clever to live."

"That's just what I'm afraid you think. No, no; it isn't fair - I

can't endure it. We'll separate next week. The sooner it's over

the sooner to sleep."

"If I hear of anything - any other chance - I promise to go,"

Pemberton said.

Morgan consented to consider this. "But you'll be honest," he

demanded; "you won't pretend you haven't heard?"

"I'm much more likely to pretend I have."

"But what can you hear of, this way, stuck in a hole with us? You

ought to be on the spot, to go to England - you ought to go to

America."

"One would think you were MY tutor!" said Pemberton.

Morgan walked on and after a little had begun again: "Well, now

that you know I know and that we look at the facts and keep nothing

back - it's much more comfortable, isn't it?"

"My dear boy, it's so amusing, so interesting, that it will surely

be quite impossible for me to forego such hours as these."

This made Morgan stop once more. "You DO keep something back. Oh

you're not straight - I am!"

"How am I not straight?"

"Oh you've got your idea!"

"My idea?"

"Why that I probably shan't make old - make older - bones, and that

you can stick it out till I'm removed."

"You ARE too clever to live!" Pemberton repeated.

"I call it a mean idea," Morgan pursued. "But I shall punish you

by the way I hang on."

"Look out or I'll poison you!" Pemberton laughed.

"I'm stronger and better every year. Haven't you noticed that

there hasn't been a doctor near me since you came?"

"I'M your doctor," said the young man, taking his arm and drawing

him tenderly on again.

Morgan proceeded and after a few steps gave a sigh of mingled

weariness and relief. "Ah now that we look at the facts it's all

right!"

CHAPTER VII

They looked at the facts a good deal after this and one of the

first consequences of their doing so was that Pemberton stuck it

out, in his friend's parlance, for the purpose. Morgan made the

facts so vivid and so droll, and at the same time so bald and so

ugly, that there was fascination in talking them over with him,

just as there would have been heartlessness in leaving him alone

with them. Now that the pair had such perceptions in common it was

useless for them to pretend they didn't judge such people; but the

very judgement and the exchange of perceptions created another tie.

Morgan had never been so interesting as now that he himself was

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