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! What sort is he?"

"I think we'll have to give him a character, Georgie. He's an old
friend; used to practice law here--perhaps he had more debts than
cases, but he paid 'em all up before he left town. Your question is
purely mercenary, I take it: you want to know his true worth before
proceeding further with the daughter. I cannot inform you, though I
notice signs of considerable prosperity in that becoming dress of
hers. However, you never can tell, it is an age when every sacrifice
is made for the young, and how your own poor mother managed to provide
those genuine pearl studs for you out of her allowance from father, I
can't--"

"Oh, dry up!" said the nephew. "I understand this Morgan--"

"Mr. Eugene Morgan," his uncle suggested. "Politeness requires that
the young should--"

"I guess the 'young' didn't know much about politeness in your day,"
George interrupted. "I understand that Mr. Eugene Morgan used to be a
great friend of the family."

"Oh, the Minafers?" the uncle inquired, with apparent innocence. "No,
I seem to recall that he and your father were not--"