he was on the point of using an invidious term. Instead of this he said "two such chances."
Morgan flushed—the tears came to his eyes. "Dites toujours, two such rascally crews!" Then, in a different tone, he added: "Happy opulent youth!"
"Not if he's stupid!"
"Oh, they're happier then. But you can't have everything, can you?" the boy smiled.
Pemberton held him, his hands on his shoulders. "What will become of you, what will you do?" He thought of Mrs. Moreen, desperate for sixty francs.
"I shall turn into a man." And then, as if he recognised all the bearings of Pemberton's allusion: "I shall get on with them better when you're not here."
"Ah, don't say that—it sounds as if I set you against them!"
"You do—the sight of you. It's all right; you know what I mean. I shall be beautiful. I'll take their affairs in hand; I'll marry my sisters."
"You'll marry yourself!" joked Pemberton; as high, rather tense pleasantry would evidently be the right, or the safest, tone for their separation.
It was, however, not purely in this strain that Morgan suddenly asked: "But I say—how will you get to your jolly job? You'll have to telegraph to the opulent youth for money to come on."
Pemberton bethought himself. "They won't like that, will they?"
"Oh, look out for them!" Then Pemberton brought out his remedy. "I'll go to the American Consul; I'll borrow some money of him—just for the few days, on the strength of the telegram."
Morgan was hilarious. "Show him the telegram—then stay and keep the money!"
