They're keeping up
the fight and they're sore--and Amelia's a woman who always says any
damn thing that comes into her head! That's all there is to it."
"But she said," George persisted wretchedly; "she said there was talk.
She said--"
"Look here, young fellow!" Amberson laughed good-naturedly. "There
probably is some harmless talk about the way your Aunt Fanny goes
after poor Eugene, and I've no doubt I've abetted it myself. People
can't help being amused by a thing like that. Fanny was always
languishing at him, twenty-odd years ago, before he left here. Well,
we can't blame the poor thing if she's got her hopes up again, and I
don't know that I blame her, myself, for using your mother the way she
does."
"How do you mean?"
Amberson put his hand on George's shoulder. "You like to tease
Fanny," he said, "but I wouldn't tease her about this, if I were you.
Fanny hasn't got much in her life. You know, Georgie, just being an
aunt isn't really the great career it may sometimes appear to you! In
fact, I don't know of anything much that Fanny has got, except her
feeling about Eugene.
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