"
"Well, in heaven's name," George cried, "what did he do it for?"
"To get money," his uncle mildly replied. "That's my deduction."
"I suppose you're joking--or trying to!"
"That's the best way to look at it," Amberson said amiably. "Take the
whole thing as a joke--and in the meantime, if you haven't had your
breakfast--"
"I haven't!"
"Then if I were you I'd go in and gets some. And"--he paused,
becoming serious--"and if I were you I wouldn't say anything to your
grandfather about this."
"I don't think I could trust myself to speak to him about it," said
George. "I want to treat him respectfully, because he is my
grandfather, but I don't believe I could if I talked to him about such
a thing as this!"
And with a gesture of despair, plainly signifying that all too soon
after leaving bright college years behind him he had entered into the
full tragedy of life, George turned bitterly upon his heel and went
into the house for his breakfast.
His uncle, with his head whimsically upon one side, gazed after him
not altogether unsympathetically, then descended again into the
excavation whence he had lately emerged.
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