The Magnificent Ambersons Part 17
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"Isabel, don't reproach me, he did have plenty of dinner, and I only told the truth: everybody has been saying--"
"But there isn't any truth in it."
"We don't actually know there isn't," Miss f.a.n.n.y insisted, giggling.
"We've never asked Lucy."
"I wouldn't ask her anything so absurd!"
"George would," George's father remarked. "That's what he's gone to do."
Mr. Minafer was not mistaken: that was what his son had gone to do. Lucy and her father were just rising from their dinner table when the stirred youth arrived at the front door of the new house. It was a cottage, however, rather than a house; and Lucy had taken a free hand with the architect, achieving results in white and green, outside, and white and blue, inside, to such effect of youth and daintiness that her father complained of "too much spring-time!" The whole place, including his own bedroom, was a young damsel's boudoir, he said, so that nowhere could he smoke a cigar without feeling like a ruffian. However, he was smoking when George arrived, and he encouraged George to join him in the pastime, but the caller, whose air was both tense and preoccupied, declined with something like agitation.
"I never smoke--that is, I'm seldom--I mean, no thanks," he said. "I mean not at all. I'd rather not."
"Aren't you well, George?" Eugene asked, looking at him in perplexity.
"Have you been overworking at college? You do look rather pa--"
"I don't work," said George. "I mean I don't work. I think, but I don't work. I only work at the end of the term. There isn't much to do."
Eugene's perplexity was little decreased, and a tinkle of the door-bell afforded him obvious relief. "It's my foreman," he said, looking at his watch. "I'll take him out in the yard to talk. This is no place for a foreman." And he departed, leaving the "living room" to Lucy and George.
It was a pretty room, white panelled and blue curtained--and no place for a foreman, as Eugene said. There was a grand piano, and Lucy stood leaning back against it, looking intently at George, while her fingers, behind her, absently struck a chord or two. And her dress was the dress for that room, being of blue and white, too; and the high colour in her cheeks was far from interfering with the general harmony of things--George saw with dismay that she was prettier than ever, and naturally he missed the rea.s.surance he might have felt had he been able to guess that Lucy, on her part, was finding him better looking than ever. For, however unusual the scope of George's pride, vanity of beauty was not included; he did not think about his looks.
"What's wrong, George?" she asked softly.
"What do you mean: 'What's wrong?"
"You're awfully upset about something. Didn't you get though your examination all right?"
"Certainly I did. What makes you think anything's 'wrong' with me?"
"You do look pale, as papa said, and it seemed to me that the way you talked sounded--well, a little confused."
"Confused'! I said I didn't care to smoke. What in the world is confused about that?"
"Nothing. But--"
"See here!" George stepped close to her. "Are you glad to see me?"
"You needn't be so fierce about it!" Lucy protested, laughing at his dramatic intensity. "Of course I am! How long have I been looking forward to it?"
"I don't know," he said sharply, abating nothing of his fierceness. "How long have you?"
"Why--ever since you went away!"
"Is that true? Lucy, is that true?"
"You are funny!" she said. "Of course it's true. Do tell me what's the matter with you, George!"
"I will!" he exclaimed. "I was a boy when I saw you last. I see that now, though I didn't then. Well, I'm not a boy any longer. I'm a man, and a man has a right to demand a totally different treatment."
"Why has he?"
"What?"
"I don't seem to be able to understand you at all, George. Why shouldn't a boy be treated just as well as a man?"
George seemed to find himself at a loss. "Why shouldn't--Well, he shouldn't, because a man has a right to certain explanations."
"What explanations?"
"Whether he's been made a toy of!" George almost shouted. "That's what I want to know!"
Lucy shook her head despairingly. "You are the queerest person! You say you're a man now, but you talk more like a boy than ever. What does make you so excited?"
"'Excited!'" he stormed. "Do you dare to stand there and call me 'excited'? I tell you, I never have been more calm or calmer in my life! I don't know that a person needs to be called 'excited' because he demands explanations that are his simple due!"
"What in the world do you want me to explain?"
"Your conduct with Fred Kinney!" George shouted.
Lucy uttered a sudden cry of laughter; she was delighted. "It's been awful!" she said. "I don't know that I ever heard of worse misbehaviour!
Papa and I have been twice to dinner with his family, and I've been three times to church with Fred--and once to the circus! I don't know when they'll be here to arrest me!"
"Stop that!" George commanded fiercely. "I want to know just one thing, and I mean to know it, too!"
"Whether I enjoyed the circus?"
"I want to know if you're engaged to him!"
"No!" she cried and lifting her face close to his for the shortest instant possible, she gave him a look half merry, half defiant, but all fond. It was an adorable look.
"Lucy!" he said huskily.
But she turned quickly from him, and ran to the other end of the room.
He followed awkwardly, stammering:
"Lucy, I want--I want to ask you. Will you--will you--will you be engaged to me?"
She stood at a window, seeming to look out into the summer darkness, her back to him.
"Will you, Lucy?"
"No," she murmured, just audibly.
"Why not?"
"I'm older than you."
"Eight months!"
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