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"You mustn't catch cold!" she cried.
"Stop that!" George shouted, and furiously withdrew his foot.
"Then stamp the snow off," she begged. "You mustn't ride with wet
feet."
"They're not!" George roared, thoroughly outraged. "For heaven's
sake get in! You're standing in the snow yourself. Get in!"
Isabel consented, turning to Morgan, whose habitual expression of
apprehensiveness was somewhat accentuated. He climbed up after her,
George Amberson having gone to the other side. "You're the same
Isabel I used to know!" he said in a low voice. "You're a divinely
ridiculous woman."
"Am I, Eugene?" she said, not displeased. "'Divinely' and 'ridiculous'
just counterbalance each other, don't they? Plus one and minus one
equal nothing; so you mean I'm nothing in particular?"
"No," he answered, tugging at a lever. "That doesn't seem to be
precisely what I meant. There!" This exclamation referred to the
subterranean machinery, for dismaying sounds came from beneath the
floor, and the vehicle plunged, then rolled noisily forward.


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