on Pemberton's looking as if he expected a farewell from him,

interposed with: "Leave him, leave him; he's so strange!"

Pemberton supposed her to fear something he might say. "He's a

genius - you'll love him," she added. "He's much the most

interesting person in the family." And before he could invent some

civility to oppose to this she wound up with: "But we're all good,

you know!"

"He's a genius - you'll love him!" were words that recurred to our

aspirant before the Friday, suggesting among many things that

geniuses were not invariably loveable. However, it was all the

better if there was an element that would make tutorship absorbing:

he had perhaps taken too much for granted it would only disgust

him. As he left the villa after his interview he looked up at the

balcony and saw the child leaning over it. "We shall have great

larks!" he called up.

Morgan hung fire a moment and then gaily returned: "By the time

you come back I shall have thought of something witty!"

This made Pemberton say to himself "After all he's rather nice."


On the Friday he saw them all, as Mrs. Moreen had promised, for her

husband had come back and the girls and the other son were at home.

Mr. Moreen had a white moustache, a confiding manner and, in his

buttonhole, the ribbon of a foreign order - bestowed, as Pemberton

eventually learned, for services. For what services he never

clearly ascertained: this was a point - one of a large number -

that Mr. Moreen's manner never confided. What it emphatically did

confide was that he was even more a man of the world than you might

first make out. Ulick, the firstborn, was in visible training for

the same profession - under the disadvantage as yet, however, of a

buttonhole but feebly floral and a moustache with no pretensions to

type. The girls had hair and figures and manners and small fat

feet, but had never been out alone. As for Mrs. Moreen Pemberton

saw on a nearer view that her elegance was intermittent and her

parts didn't always match. Her husband, as she had promised, met

with enthusiasm Pemberton's ideas in regard to a salary. The young

man had endeavoured to keep these stammerings modest, and Mr.

Moreen made it no secret that HE found them wanting in "style." He

further mentioned that he aspired to be intimate with his children,

to be their best friend, and that he was always looking out for

them. That was what he went off for, to London and other places -

to look out; and this vigilance was the theory of life, as well as

the real occupation, of the whole family. They all looked out, for

they were very frank on the subject of its being necessary. They

desired it to be understood that they were earnest people, and also

that their fortune, though quite adequate for earnest people,

required the most careful administration. Mr. Moreen, as the

parent bird, sought sustenance for the nest. Ulick invoked support

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