But Eugene seemed merely
quizzical, as if not taking this brusquerie to himself. The Major was
seriously disturbed.
"What did you say, George?" he asked, though George had spoken but too
distinctly.
"I said all automobiles were a nuisance," George answered, repeating
not only the words but the tone in which he had uttered them. And he
added, "They'll never amount to anything but a nuisance. They had no
business to be invented."
The Major frowned. "Of course you forget that Mr. Morgan makes them,
and also did his share in inventing them. If you weren't so
thoughtless he might think you rather offensive."
"That would be too bad," said George coolly. "I don't think I could
survive it."
Again there was a silence, while the Major stared at his grandson,
aghast. But Eugene began to laugh cheerfully.
"I'm not sure he's wrong about automobiles," he said. "With all their
speed forward they may be a step backward in civilization--that is, in
spiritual civilization. It may be that they will not add to the
beauty of the world, nor to the life of men's souls.
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