"
George dropped her hand abruptly and anger narrowed his eyes. "I know
what you mean," he said. "I dare say I don't care for your father's
ideals any more than he does for mine!"
He tightened the reins, Pendennis quickening eagerly to the trot; and
when George jumped out of the runabout before Lucy's gate, and
assisted her to descend, the silence in which they parted was the same
that had begun when Fendennis began to trot.
Chapter XVIII
That evening, after dinner, George sat with his mother and his Aunt
Fanny upon the veranda. In former summers, when they sat outdoors in
the evening, they had customarily used an open terrace at the side of
the house, looking toward the Major's, but that more private retreat
now afforded too blank and abrupt a view of the nearest of the new
houses; so, without consultation, they had abandoned it for the
Romanesque stone structure in front, an oppressive place.
Its oppression seemed congenial to George; he sat upon the copestone
of the stone parapet, his back against a stone pilaster; his attitude
not comfortable, but rigid, and his silence not comfortable, either,
but heavy.
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