From Morgan he heard
half a dozen times: the boy wrote charming young letters, a patchwork of
tongues, with indulgent postscripts in the family Volapuk and, in little
squares and rounds and crannies of the text, the drollest
illustrations--letters that he was divided between the impulse to show
his present charge as a vain, a wasted incentive, and the sense of
something in them that publicity would profane. The opulent youth went
up in due course and failed to pass; but it seemed to add to the
presumption that brilliancy was not expected of him all at once that his
parents, condoning the lapse, which they good-naturedly treated as little
as possible as if it were Pemberton's, should have sounded the rally
again, begged the young coach to renew the siege.
The young coach was now in a position to lend Mrs. Moreen three louis,
and he sent her a post-office order even for a larger amount. In return
for this favour he received a frantic scribbled line from her: "Implore
you to come back instantly--Morgan dread fully ill.
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