By Jove,
but you're a puzzle!"
"In what way, may I ask, sir?"
"We seem to have a new kind of young people these days," the old
gentleman returned, shaking his head. "It's a new style of courting a
pretty girl, certainly, for a young fellow to go deliberately out of
his way to try and make an enemy of her father by attacking his
business! By Jove! That's a new way to win a woman!"
George flushed angrily and seemed about to offer a retort, but held
his breath for a moment; and then held his peace. It was Isabel who
responded to the Major. "Oh, no!" she said. "Eugene would never be
anybody's enemy--he couldn't!--and last of all Georgie's. I'm afraid
he was hurt, but I don't fear his not having understood that George
spoke without thinking of what he was saying--I mean, with-out
realizing its bearing on Eugene."
Again George seemed upon the point of speech, and again controlled the
impulse. He thrust his hands in his pockets, leaned back in his
chair, and smoked, staring inflexibly at the ceiling.
"Well, well," said his grandfather, rising.
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