Chapter IX
The Honourable George Amberson was a congressman who led cotillions--
the sort of congressman an Amberson would be. He did it negligently,
tonight, yet with infallible dexterity, now and then glancing
humorously at the spectators, people of his own age. They were seated
in a tropical grove at one end of the room whither they had retired at
the beginning of the cotillion, which they surrendered entirely to the
twenties and the late 'teens. And here, grouped with that stately
pair, Sydney and Amelia Amberson, sat Isabel with Fanny, while Eugene
Morgan appeared to bestow an amiable devotion impartially upon the
three sisters-in-law. Fanny watched his face eagerly, laughing at
everything he said; Amelia smiled blandly, but rather because of
graciousness than because of interest; while Isabel, looking out at
the dancers, rhythmically moved a great fan of blue ostrich feathers,
listened to Eugene thoughtfully, yet all the while kept her shining
eyes on Georgie.
Georgie had carried out his rehearsed projects with precision, he had
given Miss Morgan a nod studied into perfection during his lengthy
toilet before dinner.
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