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She took the persistent one, Wilbur Minafer, no breaker of bass viols or of hearts, no serenader at all. A few people, who always foresaw everything, claimed that they were not surprised, because though Wilbur Minafer "might not be an Apollo, as it were," he was "a steady young business man, and a good church-goer," and Isabel Amberson was "pretty sensible for such a showy girl."
Having finished some errands downtown, the next afternoon, George Amberson Minafer was walking up National Avenue on his homeward way when he saw in the distance, coming toward him, upon the same side of the street, the figure of a young lady a figure just under the middle height, comely indeed, and to be mistaken for none other in the world even at two hundred yards.
Old Aleck Minafer he's about the closest old codger we got he come in my office the other day, and he pretty near had a stroke tellin' me about his daughter Fanny. Seems Miss Isabel Amberson's got some kind of a dog they call it a Saint Bernard and Fanny was bound to have one, too.
"I'll bet he borrows money of Uncle George," the nephew insisted. Isabel looked at him in grave perplexity. "Why do you say such a thing, George?" she asked. "He strikes me as that sort of man," he answered doggedly. "Isn't he, father?" Minafer set down his paper for the moment. "He was a fairly wild young fellow twenty years ago," he said, glancing at his wife absently.
I don't think my mother need worry much about offending anybody in this old town." "It must be wonderful," said Miss Morgan. "It must be wonderful, Mr. Amberson Mr. Minafer, I mean." "What must be wonderful?" "To be so important as that!" "That isn't 'important," George assured her. "Anybody that really is anybody ought to be able to do about as they like in their own town, I should think!"
Old John Minafer, evidently surfeited, was in the act of leaving these delights. "D'want 'ny more o' that!" he barked. "Just slidin' around! Call that dancin'? Rather see a jig any day in the world! They ain't very modest, some of 'em. I don't mind that, though. Not me!"
George Amberson Minafer had not yet got his comeuppance, a postponement still irritating. Undeniably, Fanny Minafer was one of the people who drew this conclusion, for she cut the article out and enclosed it in a letter to her nephew, having written on the border of the clipping, "I wonder whom it can mean!" George read part of it.
George was never more furious; he felt that he was "making a spectacle of himself"; and no young gentleman in the world was more loath than George Amberson Minafer to look a figure of fun. And while he stood there, undeniably such a figure, with Janie and Mary Sharon threatening to burst at any moment, if laughter were longer denied them.
"My aunt has told me what the conversation virtually was, and I don't mean to waste any time, Mrs. Johnson. You were talking about a " George's shoulders suddenly heaved uncontrollably; but he went fiercely on: "You were discussing a scandal that involved my mother's name." "Mr. Minafer!" "Isn't that the truth?" "I don't feel called upon to answer, Mr. Minafer," she said with visible agitation.
Eugene Morgan who exhibited so cheerful a countenance between the forward visor of a deer-stalker cap and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster. "Git a hoss!" the children shrieked, and gruffer voices joined them. "Git a hoss! Git a hoss! Git a hoss!" George Minafer was correct thus far: the twelve miles an hour of such a machine would never over-take George's trotter.
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