2004 FRQ #2
Post date: Jan 24, 2014 8:19:53 PM
(Suggested time — 40 minutes. This question counts as one-third of the total essay section score.)
The following passage comes from the opening of “The Pupil” (1891), a story by Henry James. Read the passage carefully. Then write an essay in which you analyze the author’s depiction of the three characters and the relationships among them. Pay particular attention to tone and point of view.
The poor young man hesitated and procrastinated:
it cost him such an effort to broach the subject of
terms, to speak of money to a person who spoke only
of feelings and, as it were, of the aristocracy. Yet he
5 was unwilling to take leave, treating his engagement
as settled, without some more conventional glance in
that direction than he could find an opening for in the
manner of the large, affable lady who sat there
drawing a pair of soiled gants de Suède* through a
10 fat, jewelled hand and, at once pressing and gliding,
repeated over and over everything but the thing he
would have liked to hear. He would have liked to hear
the figure of his salary; but just as he was nervously
about to sound that note the little boy came back— the
15 little boy Mrs. Moreen had sent out of the room to
fetch her fan. He came back without the fan, only
with the casual observation that he couldn’t find it. As
he dropped this cynical confession he looked straight
and hard at the candidate for the honour of taking his
20 education in hand. This personage reflected, some-
what grimly, that the first thing he should have to
teach his little charge would be to appear to address
himself to his mother when he spoke to her —
especially not to make her such an improper answer
25 as that.
When Mrs. Moreen bethought herself of this
pretext for getting rid of their companion, Pemberton
supposed it was precisely to approach the delicate
subject of his remuneration. But it had been only to
30 say some things about her son which it was better that
a boy of eleven shouldn’t catch. They were
extravagantly to his advantage, save when she
lowered her voice to sigh, tapping her left side
familiarly: “And all over-clouded by this, you
35 know — all at the mercy of a weakness — !”
Pemberton gathered that the weakness was in the
region of the heart. He had known the poor child was
not robust: this was the basis on which he had been
invited to treat, through an English lady, an Oxford
40 acquaintance, then at Nice, who happened to know
both his needs and those of the amiable American
family looking out for something really superior in
the way of a resident tutor.
The young man’s impression of his prospective
45 pupil, who had first come into the room, as if to see
for himself, as soon as Pemberton was admitted, was
not quite the soft solicitation the visitor had taken for
granted. Morgan Moreen was, somehow, sickly
without being delicate, and that he looked intelligent
50 (it is true Pemberton wouldn’t have enjoyed his being
stupid), only added to the suggestion that, as with his
big mouth and big ears he really couldn’t be called
pretty, he might be unpleasant. Pemberton was
modest — he was even timid; and the chance that his
55 small scholar might prove cleverer than himself had
quite figured, to his nervousness, among the dangers
of an untried experiment. He reflected, however, that
these were risks one had to run when one accepted a
position, as it was called, in a private family; when as
60 yet one’s University honours had, pecuniarily
speaking, remained barren. At any rate, when Mrs.
Moreen got up as if to intimate that, since it was
understood he would enter upon his duties within the
week she would let him off now, he succeeded, in
65 spite of the presence of the child, in squeezing out a
phrase about the rate of payment. It was not the fault
of the conscious smile which seemed a reference to
the lady’s expensive identity, if the allusion did not
sound rather vulgar. This was exactly because she
70 became still more gracious to reply: “Oh, I can assure
you that all that will be quite regular.”
Pemberton only wondered, while he took up his
hat, what “all that” was to amount to—people had
such different ideas. Mrs. Moreen’s words, however,
75 seemed to commit the family to a pledge definite
enough to elicit from the child a strange little
comment, in the shape of the mocking, foreign
ejaculation, “Oh, là-là!”
* suede gloves