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Chapter XX
Isabel came to George's door that night, and when she had kissed him
good-night she remained in the open doorway with her hand upon his
shoulder and her eyes thoughtfully lowered, so that her wish to say
something more than good-night was evident. Not less obvious was her
perplexity about the manner of saying it; and George, divining her
thought, amiably made an opening for her.
"Well, old lady," he said indulgently, "you needn't look so worried.
I won't be tactless with Morgan again. After this I'll just keep out
of his way."
Isabel looked up, searching his face with the fond puzzlement which
her eyes sometimes showed when they rested upon him; then she glanced
down the hall toward Fanny's room, and, after another moment of
hesitation, came quickly in, and closed the door.
"Dear," she said, "I wish you'd tell me something: Why don't you like
Eugene?"
"Oh, I like him well enough," George returned, with a short laugh, as
he sat down and began to unlace his shoes. "I like him well enough--
in his place.
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