"
"Don't you love me?"
"Yes--I do."
"Then what does it matter what your father thinks about my doing
something or not doing anything? He has his way, and I have mine. I
don't believe in the whole world scrubbing dishes and selling potatoes
and trying law cases. Why, look at your father's best friend, my
Uncle George Amberson--he's never done anything in his life, and--"
"Oh, yes, he has," she interrupted. "He was in politics."
"Well, I'm glad he's out," George said. "Politics is a dirty business
for a gentleman, and Uncle George would tell you that himself. Lucy,
let's not talk any more about it. Let me tell mother when I get home
that we're engaged. Won't you, dear?"
She shook her head.
"Is it because--"
For a fleeting instant she touched to her cheek the hand that held
hers. "No," she said, and gave him a sudden little look of renewed
gayety. "Let's let it stay 'almost'."
"Because your father--"
"Oh, because it's better!"
George's voice shook. "Isn't it your father?"
"It's his ideals I'm thinking of--yes.
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