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Only where
George stood was there left a sward as of yore; the great, level,
green lawn that served for both the Major's house and his daughter's.
This serene domain--unbroken, except for the two gravelled carriage-
drives--alone remained as it had been during the early glories of the
Amberson Addition.
George stared at the ugly houses opposite, and hated them more than
ever; but he shivered. Perhaps the riffraff living in those houses
sat at the windows to watch their betters; perhaps they dared to
gossip--
He uttered an exclamation, and walked rapidly toward his own front
gate. The victoria had returned with Miss Fanny alone; she jumped
out briskly and the victoria waited.
"Where's mother?" George asked sharply, as he met her.
"At Lucy's. I only came back to get some embroidery, because we found
the sun too hot for driving. I'm in a hurry."
But, going into the house with her, he detained her when she would
have hastened upstairs.
"I haven't time to talk now, Georgie; I'm going right back. I
promised your mother--"
"You listen!" said George.


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