"Riffraff!" By this hard term--a favourite with him since childhood's
scornful hour--he meant to indicate, not Lucy, but the young gentlemen
who, in his vision, surrounded her. "Riffraff!" he said again, aloud,
and again:
"Riffraff!"
At that moment, as it happened, Lucy was playing chess with her
father; and her heart, though not remorseful, was as heavy as George
could have wished. But she did not let Eugene see that she was
troubled, and he was pleased when he won three games of her. Usually
she beat him.
Chapter XIX
George went driving the next afternoon alone, and, encountering Lucy
and her father on the road, in one of Morgan's cars, lifted his hat,
but nowise relaxed his formal countenance as they passed. Eugene
waved a cordial hand quickly returned to the steering-wheel; but Lucy
only nodded gravely and smiled no more than George did. Nor did she
accompany Eugene to the Major's for dinner, the following Sunday
evening, though both were bidden to attend that feast, which was
already reduced in numbers and gayety by the absence of George
Amberson.
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