Mr. Moreen and Ulick were in the Piazza, looking
out for something, strolling drearily, in mackintoshes, under the
arcades; but still, in spite of mackintoshes, unmistakeable men of the
world. Paula and Amy were in bed--it might have been thought they were
staying there to keep warm. Pemberton looked askance at the boy at his
side, to see to what extent he was conscious of these dark omens. But
Morgan, luckily for him, was now mainly conscious of growing taller and
stronger and indeed of being in his fifteenth year. This fact was
intensely interesting to him and the basis of a private theory--which,
however, he had imparted to his tutor--that in a little while he should
stand on his own feet. He considered that the situation would
change--that in short he should be "finished," grown up, producible in
the world of affairs and ready to prove himself of sterling ability.
Sharply as he was capable at times of analysing, as he called it, his
life, there were happy hours when he remained, as he also called it--and
as the name, really, of their right ideal--"jolly" superficial; the proof
of which was his fundamental assumption that he should presently go to
Oxford, to Pemberton's college, and, aided and abetted by Pemberton, do
the most wonderful things.
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