intelligent woman, Isabel Amberson, actually sits and worships him!
You can hear it in her voice when she speaks to him or speaks of him.
You can see it in her eyes when she looks at him. My Lord! What does
she see when she looks at him?"

Morgan's odd expression of genial apprehension deepened whimsically,
though it denoted no actual apprehension whatever, and cleared away
from his face altogether when he smiled; he became surprisingly
winning and persuasive when he smiled. He smiled now, after a moment,
at this question of his old friend. "She sees something that we don't
see," he said.

"What does she see?"

"An angel."

Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, if she sees an angel when she looks at
Georgie Minafer, she's a funnier woman than I thought she was!"

"Perhaps she is," said Morgan. "But that's what she sees."

"My Lord! It's easy to see you've only known him an hour or so. In
that time have you looked at Georgie and seen an angel?"

"No. All I saw was a remarkably good-looking fool-boy with the pride
of Satan and a set of nice new drawing-room manners that he probably
couldn't use more than half an hour at a time without busting."

"Then what--"