by Henry James, The Pupil (unsourced version)… (1891)
“ 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 a dismal dunce.”“Oh they’re happier then. But you can’t have everything, can you?” the boy smiled.Pemberton held him fast, hands on his shoulders—he had never loved him so. “What will become of you, what will you do?” He thought of Mrs. Moreen, desperate for sixty francs.“I shall become an homme fait.” 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.” ”
