Isabel.
Chapter XXVII
Having finished some errands downtown, the next afternoon, George
Amberson Minafer was walking up National Avenue on his homeward way
when he saw in the distance, coming toward him, upon the same side of
the street, the figure of a young lady--a figure just under the middle
height, comely indeed, and to be mistaken for none other in the world
--even at two hundred yards. To his sharp discomfiture his heart
immediately forced upon him the consciousness of its acceleration; a
sudden warmth about his neck made him aware that he had turned red,
and then, departing, left him pale. For a panicky moment he thought
of facing about in actual flight; he had little doubt that Lucy would
meet him with no token of recognition, and all at once this
probability struck him as unendurable. And if she did not speak, was
it the proper part of chivalry to lift his hat and take the cut
bareheaded? Or should the finer gentleman acquiesce in the lady's
desire for no further acquaintance, and pass her with stony mien and
eyes constrained forward? George was a young man badly flustered.
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