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The Honourable George Amberson was a congressman who led cotillions the sort of congressman an Amberson would be. He did it negligently, tonight, yet with infallible dexterity, now and then glancing humorously at the spectators, people of his own age.

But he had one painful satisfaction this spring: he got his taxes lowered!" Amberson laughed ruefully, and Fanny Minafer asked how the Major could have managed such an economy. They were sitting upon the veranda at Isabel's one evening during the third summer of the absence of their nephew and his mother; and the conversation had turned toward Amberson finances.

"You must have learned quite a number of those expressions in childhood it's so long since I'd heard them I fancied they were obsolete." "Who wouldn't swear?" George demanded hotly. "In the name of God, what does grandfather mean, doing such things?" "My private opinion is," said Amberson gravely, "he desires to increase his income by building these houses to rent."

Isabel still carried her cloak upon her arm, but Amberson had taken her hand, and retained it; and as he led her silently into the library there was something about her attitude, and the pose of her slightly bent head, that was both startled and meek. Thus they quickly disappeared from George's sight, hand in hand; and Amberson at once closed the massive double doors of the library.

On this last homeward walk of his, when George reached the entrance to Amberson Addition that is, when he came to where the entrance had formerly been he gave a little start, and halted for a moment to stare. This was the first time he had noticed that the stone pillars, marking the entrance, had been removed.

It was the voice of the nurse speaking to Fanny Minafer, and the next moment, Fanny appeared in the doorway, making contorted efforts to speak. Amberson said weakly: "Does she want us to come in?" But Fanny found her voice, and uttered a long, loud cry. She threw her arms about George, and sobbed in an agony of loss and compassion: "She loved you!" she wailed. "She loved you! She loved you!

Of course Eugene would do anything in the world, and the fact is he wanted to, but I felt that ah under the circumstances " "Never!" George exclaimed, growing red. "I can't imagine one of the family " He paused, not finding it necessary to explain that "the family" shouldn't turn a man from the door and then accept favours from him. "I wish you'd take more." Amberson declined.

George Amberson's comparison of the Georgian house to the Amberson Mansion had come into her mind, and she thought that another new house, built close by for her, would be like the house the Major built for Isabel. "Like what?" "Nothing." She looked serious, and when he reverted to his idea of "some day" grudgingly surrendering her up to a suitor, she invented a legend.

However, all "old citizens" recognizable as gentry received cards, and of course so did their dancing descendants. The orchestra and the caterer were brought from away, in the Amberson manner, though this was really a gesture perhaps one more of habit than of ostentation for servitors of gaiety as proficient as these importations were nowadays to be found in the town.

Strangely enough, his thoughts dwelt more upon the father than the daughter, though George could not possibly have given a reason even to himself for this disturbing preponderance. By a coincidence, though not an odd one, the thoughts and conversation of Mr. Eugene Morgan at this very time were concerned with George Amberson Minafer, rather casually, it is true. Mr.