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Updated: June 11, 2025
And since the primordial day when caste or heritage first set one person, in his own esteem, above his fellow-beings, it is to be doubted if anybody ever felt more illustrious, or more negligently grand, than George Amberson Minafer felt at this party.
Is it unselfish of him to want you to throw away your good name just to please him? That's all he asks of you and to quit being my mother! Do you think I can believe you really care for him? I don't! You are my mother and you're an Amberson and I believe you're too proud! You're too proud to care for a man who could write such a letter as that!"
Then he bowed, and strode out of the door. Three minutes later, disheveled and perspiring, but cold all over, he burst into his Uncle George's room at the Major's without knocking. Amberson was dressing. "Good gracious, Georgie!" he exclaimed. "What's up?" "I've just come from Mrs. Johnson's across the street," George panted. "You have your own tastes!" was Amberson's comment.
The pink of Fanny's cheeks became deeper. "But isn't that man going to do anything to remedy it? can't he try to " "He can try," said Amberson. "He is trying, in fact. I've sat in the shop watching him try for several beautiful afternoons, while outside the windows all Nature was fragrant with spring and smoke.
George unfolded his arms to strike his right fist into his left palm. "But do you suppose I'm going to tolerate such things?" he shouted. "What do you suppose I'll be doing?" "Nothing helpful." "Oh, you think so, do you?" "You can do absolutely nothing," said Amberson. "Nothing of any use. The more you do the more harm you'll do." "You'll see!
In this town, naturally, anything about any Amberson has always been a stone dropped into the centre of a pond, and a lie would send the ripples as far as a truth would.
"Why lingers the laggard heel of the dancer? Haven't you got a partner?" "She's sitting around waiting for me somewhere," said George. "See here: Who is this fellow Morgan that Aunt Fanny Minafer was dancing with a while?" Amberson laughed. "He's a man with a pretty daughter, Georgie. Meseemed you've been spending the evening noticing something of that sort or do I err?" "Never mind!
Amberson, in his wearier way, shared her excitement, and in the winter, when the exploiting company had been formed, and he brought Fanny, her importantly engraved shares of stock, he reverted to his prediction of possibilities, made when they first spoke of the new light. "We seem to be partners, all right," he laughed.
Once George gasped defiantly: "That doctor in New York said she might get better! Don't you know he did? Don't you know he said she might?" Amberson made no answer. Dawn had been murking through the smoky windows, growing stronger for half an hour, when both men started violently at a sound in the hall; and the Major sat up on the bed, unchecked.
Well, I didn't ask them for restitution on my own account, and at least it will save you some trouble, young George. Never waste any time writing to them; you mustn't count on them." "I don't," George said quietly. "I don't count on anything." "Oh, we'll not feel that things are quite desperate," Amberson laughed, but not with great cheerfulness. "We'll survive, Georgie you will, especially.
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