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
  mainly　at　the　club；　where　Pemberton　guessed　that　it　was　usually
  served　on　green　cloth。　　The　girls　used　to　do　up　their　hair　and
  their　frocks　themselves；　and　our　young　man　felt　appealed　to　to　be
  glad；　in　regard　to　Morgan's　education；　that；　though　it　must
  naturally　be　of　the　best；　it　didn't　cost　too　much。　　After　a　little
  he　WAS　glad；　forgetting　at　times　his　own　needs　in　the　interest
  inspired　by　the　child's　character　and　culture　and　the　pleasure　of
  making　easy　terms　for　him。
  During　the　first　weeks　of　their　acquaintance　Morgan　had　been　as
  puzzling　as　a　page　in　an　unknown　language　…　altogether　different
  from　the　obvious　little　Anglo…Saxons　who　had　misrepresented
  childhood　to　Pemberton。　　Indeed　the　whole　mystic　volume　in　which
  the　boy　had　been　amateurishly　bound　demanded　some　practice　in
  translation。　　To…day；　after　a　considerable　interval；　there　is
  something　phantasmagoria；　like　a　prismatic　reflexion　or　a　serial
  novel；　in　Pemberton's　memory　of　the　queerness　of　the　Moreens。　　If
  it　were　not　for　a　few　tangible　tokens　…　a　lock　of　Morgan's　hair　cut
  by　his　own　hand；　and　the　half…dozen　letters　received　from　him　when
  they　were　disjoined　…　the　whole　episode　and　the　figures　peopling　it
  would　seem　too　inconsequent　for　anything　but　dreamland。　　Their
  supreme　quaintness　was　their　success　…　as　it　appeared　to　him　for　a
  while　at　the　time；　since　he　had　never　seen　a　family　so　brilliantly
  equipped　for　failure。　　Wasn't　it　success　to　have　kept　him　so
  hatefully　long？　　Wasn't　it　success　to　have　drawn　him　in　that　first
  morning　at　dejeuner；　the　Friday　he　came　…　it　was　enough　to　MAKE　one
  superstitious　…　so　that　he　utterly　committed　himself；　and　this　not
  by　calculation　or　on　a　signal；　but　from　a　happy　instinct　which　made
  them；　like　a　band　of　gipsies；　work　so　neatly　together？　　They　amused
  him　as　much　as　if　they　had　really　been　a　band　of　gipsies。　　He　was
  still　young　and　had　not　seen　much　of　the　world　…　his　English　years
  had　been　properly　arid；　therefore　the　reversed　conventions　of　the
  Moreens　…　for　they　had　THEIR　desperate　proprieties　…　struck　him　as
  topsy…turvy。　　He　had　encountered　nothing　like　them　at　Oxford；　still
  less　had　any　such　note　been　struck　to　his　younger　American　ear
  during　the　four　years　at　Yale　in　which　he　had　richly　supposed
  himself　to　be　reacting　against　a　Puritan　strain。　　The　reaction　of
  the　Moreens；　at　any　rate；　went　ever　so　much　further。　　He　had
  thought　himself　very　sharp　that　first　day　in　hitting　them　all　off
  in　his　mind　with　the　〃cosmopolite〃　label。　　Later　it　seemed　feeble
  and　colourless　…　confessedly　helplessly　provisional。
  He　yet　when　he　first　applied　it　felt　a　glow　of　joy　…　for　an
  instructor　he　was　still　empirical　…　rise　from　the　apprehension　that
  living　with　them　would　really　he　to　see　life。　　Their　sociable
  strangeness　was　an　intimation　of　that　…　their　chatter　of　tongues；
  their　gaiety　and　good　humour；　their　infinite　dawdling　（they　were
  always　getting　themselves　up；　but　it　took　forever；　and　Pemberton
  had　once　found　Mr。　Moreen　shaving　in　the　drawing…room）；　their
  French；　their　Italian　and；　cropping　up　in　the　foreign　fluencies；
  their　cold　tough　slices　of　American。　　They　lived　on　macaroni　and
  coffee　…　they　had　these　articles　prepared　in　perfection　…　but　they
  knew　recipes　for　a　hundred　other　dishes。　　They　overflowed　with
  music　and　song；　were　always　humming　and　catching　each　other　up；　and
  had　a　sort　of　professional　acquaintance　with　Continental　cities。
  They　talked　of　〃good　places〃　as　if　they　had　been　pickpockets　or
  strolling　players。　　They　had　at　Nice　a　villa；　a　carriage；　a　piano
  and　a　banjo；　and　they　went　to　official　parties。　　They　were　a
  perfect　calendar　of　the　〃days〃　of　their　friends；　which　Pemberton
  knew　them；　when　they　were　indisposed；　to　get　out　of　bed　to　go　to；
  and　which　made　the　week　larger　than　life　when　Mrs。　Moreen　talked　of
  them　with　Paula　and　Amy。　　Their　initiations　gave　their　new　inmate
  at　first　an　almost　dazzling　sense　of　culture。　　Mrs。　Moreen　had
  translated　something　at　some　former　period　…　an　author　whom　it　made
  Pemberton　feel　borne　never　to　have　heard　of。　　They　could　imitate
  Venetian　and　sing　Neapolitan；　and　when　they　wanted　to　say　something
  very　particular　communicated　with　each　other　in　an　ingenious
  dialect　of　their　own；　an　elastic　spoken　cipher　which　Pemberton　at
  first　took　for　some　patois　of　one　of　their　countries；　but　which　he
  〃caught　on　to〃　as　he　would　not　have　grasped　provincial　development
  of　Spanish　or　German。
  〃It's　the　family　language　…　Ultramoreen；〃　Morgan　explained　to　him
  drolly　enough；　but　the　boy　rarely　condescended　to　use　it　himself；
  though　he　dealt　in　colloquial　Latin　as　if　he　had　been　a　little
  prelate。
  Among　all　the　〃days〃　with　which　Mrs。　Moreen's　memory　was　taxed　she
  managed　to　squeeze　in　one　of　her　own；　which　her　friends　sometimes
  forgot。　　But　the　house　drew　a　frequented　air　from　the　number　of
  fine　people　who　were　freely　named　there　and　from　several　mysterious
  men　with　foreign　titles　and　English　clothes　whom　Morgan　called　the
  princes　and　who；　on　sofas　with　the　girls；　talked　French　very　loud　…
  though　sometimes　with　some　oddity　of　accent　…　as　if　to　show　they
  were　saying　nothing　improper。　　Pemberton　wondered　how　the　princes
  could　ever　propose　in　that　tone　and　so　publicly：　　he　took　for
  granted　cynically　that　this　was　what　was　desired　of　them。　　Then　he
  recognised　that　even　for　the　chance　of　such　an　advantage　Mrs。
  Moreen　would　never　allow　Paula　and　Amy　to　receive　alone。　　These
  young　ladies　were　not　at　all　timid；　but　it　was　just　the　safeguards
  that　made　them　so　candidly　free。　　It　was　a　houseful　of　Bohemians
  who　wanted　tremendously　to　be　Philistines。
  In　one　respect；　however；　certainly　they　achieved　no　rigour　…　they
  were　wonderfully　amiable　and　ecstatic　about　Morgan。　　It　was　a
  genuine　tenderness；　an　artless　admiration；　equally　strong　in　each。
  They　even　praised　his　beauty；　which　was　small；　and　were　as　afraid
  of　him　as　if　they　felt　him　of　finer　clay。　　They　spoke　of　him　as　a
  little　angel　and　a　prodigy　…　they　touched　on　his　want　of　health
  with　long　vague　faces。　　Pemberton　feared　at　first　an　extravagance
  that　might　make　him　hate　the　boy；　but　before　this　happened　he　had
  become　extravagant　himself。　　Later；　when　he　had　grown　rather　to
  hate　the　others；　it　was　a　bribe　to　patience　for　him　that　they　were
  at　any　rate　nice　about　Morgan；　going　on　tiptoe　if　they　fancied　he
  was　showing　symptoms；　and　even　giving　up　somebody's　〃day〃　to
  procure　him　a　pleasure。　　Mixed　with　this　too　was　the　oddest　wish　to
  make　him　independent；　as　if　they　had　felt　themselves　not　good
  enough　for　him。　　They　passed　him　over　to　the　new　members　of　their
  circle　very　much　as　if　wishing　to　force　some　charity　of　adoption　on
  so　free　an　agent　and　get　rid　of　their　own　charge。　　They　were
  delighted　when　they　saw　Morgan　take　so　to　his　kind　playfellow；　and
  could　think　of　no　higher　praise　for　the　young　man。　　It　was　strange
  how　they　contrived　to　reconcile　the　appearance；　and　indeed　the
  essential　fact；　of　adoring　the　child　with　their　eagerness　to　wash
  their　hands　of　him。　　Did　they　want　to　get　rid　of　him　before　he
  should　find　them　out？　　Pemberton　was　finding　them　out　month　by
  month。　　The　boy's　fond　family；　however　this　might　be；　turned　their
  backs　with　exaggerated　delicacy；　as　if