The two older
men marked his gestures, careless and graceful; they observed his
attitude, unconsciously noble, his easy proprietorship of the ground
beneath his feet and round about, of the branches overhead, of the old
buildings beyond, and of Lucy.
"I don't know," Eugene said, smiling whimsically. "I don't know.
When I spoke of his being a human being--I don't know. Perhaps it's
more like deity."
"I wonder if I was like that!" 'Amberson groaned.' "You don't
suppose every Amberson has had to go through it, do you?"
"Don't worry! At least half of it is a combination of youth, good
looks, and college; and even the noblest Ambersons get over their
nobility and come to, be people in time. It takes more than time,
though."
"I should say it did take more than time!" his friend agreed, shaking
a rueful head.
Then they walked over to join the loveliest Amberson, whom neither
time nor trouble seemed to have touched. She stood alone, thoughtful
under the great trees, chaperoning George and Lucy at a distance; but,
seeing the two friends approaching, she came to meet them.
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