She kept her eyes upon his white face for a few strained moments,
then, regaining her nerve, looked away and shrugged her shoulders.
"You weren't intended to hear what I've been saying, George," she
said quietly. "But since you seem to--"
"Yes, I did."
"So!" She shrugged her shoulders again. "After all, I don't know but
it's just as well, in the long run."
He walked up to where she sat. "You--you--" he said thickly. "It
seems--it seems to me you're--you're pretty common!"
Amelia tried to give the impression of an unconcerned person laughing
with complete indifference, but the sounds she produced were
disjointed and uneasy. She fanned herself, looking out of the open
window near her. "Of course, if you want to make more trouble in the
family than we've already got, George, with your eavesdropping, you
can go and repeat--"
Old Bronson had risen from his chair in great distress. "Your aunt
was talking nonsense because she's piqued over a business matter,
George," he said. "She doesn't mean what she said, and neither she
nor any one else gives the slightest credit to such foolishness--no
one in the world!"
George gulped, and wet lines shone suddenly along his lower eyelids.
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