Mr. Kinney looked at him musingly. "Somebody's eyes must have been
pretty angelic," he said, "if they've been persuading you that Georgie
Minnafer is a cherub!"

"They are," said Morgan heartily. "They're more angelic than ever."
And as a new flourish of music sounded overhead he threw away his
cigarette, and jumped up briskly. "Good-bye, I've got this dance with
her."

"With whom?"

"With Isabel!"

The grizzled Mr. Kinney affected to rub his eyes. "It startles me,
your jumping up like that to go and dance with Isabel Amberson!
Twenty years seem to have passed--but have they? Tell me, have you
danced with poor old Fanny, too, this evening?"

"Twice!"

"My Lord!" Kinney groaned, half in earnest. "Old times starting all
over again! My Lord!"

"Old times?" Morgan laughed gaily from the doorway. "Not a bit!
There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old,
they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!"

And he vanished in such a manner that he seemed already to have begun
dancing.