inning of the winter, but not to the charming villa. They went to an
hotel, where they stayed three months, and then moved to another
establishment, explaining that they had left the first because, after
waiting and waiting, they couldn't get the rooms they wanted. These
apartments, the rooms they wanted, were generally very splendid; but
fortunately they never _could_ get them--fortunately, I mean, for
Pemberton, who reflected always that if they had got them there would
have been a still scantier educational fund. What Morgan said at last
was said suddenly, irrelevantly, when the moment came, in the middle of a
lesson, and consisted of the apparently unfeeling words: "You ought to
filer, you know--you really ought."

Pemberton stared. He had learnt enough French slang from Morgan to know
that to filer meant to cut sticks. "Ah my dear fellow, don't turn me
off!"

Morgan pulled a Greek lexicon toward him--he used a Greek-German--to look
out a word, instead of asking it of Pemberton. "You can't go on like
this, you know."

"Like what, my boy?"

"You know they don't pay you up," said Morgan, blushing and turning his
leaves.

"Don't pay me?" Pemberton stared again and feigned amazement. "What on
earth put that into your head?"

"It has been there a long time," the boy replied rummaging his book.

Pemberton was silent, then he went on: "I say, what are you hunting for?
They pay me beautifully."

"I'm hunting for the Greek for awful whopper," Morgan dropped.

"Find that rather for gross impertinence and disabuse your mind. What do
I want of money?"

"Oh that's another question!"

Pemberton wavered--he was drawn in different ways. The severely correct
thing would have been to tell the boy that such a matter was none of his
business and bid him go on with his lines. But they were really too
intimate for that; it was not the way he was in the habit of treating
him; there had been no reason it should be. On the other hand Morgan had
quite lighted on the truth--he really shouldn't be able to keep it up
much longer; therefore why not let him know one's real motive for
forsaking him? At the same time it wasn't decent to abuse to one's pupil
the family of one's pupil; it was better to misrepresent than to do that.
So in reply to his comrade's last exclamation he just declared, to
dismiss the subject, that he had received several payments.

"I say--I say!" the boy ejaculated, laughing.

"That's all right,