It was an intoxicating sensation:
we were intoxicated by the lights, the lights and the music. We must
never forget that drive, with the cool wind kissing our cheeks and the
road lit up for miles ahead. We must never forget it and we never
shall. It cost--"
"But something's got to be done."
"It has, indeed! My something would seem to be leaving my watch at my
uncle's. Luckily, you--"
The pink of Fanny's cheeks became deeper. "But isn't that man going
to do anything to remedy it? can't he try to--"
"He can try," said Amberson. "He is trying, in fact. I've sat in the
shop watching him try for several beautiful afternoons, while outside
the windows all Nature was fragrant with spring and smoke. He hums
ragtime to himself as he tries, and I think his mind is wandering to
something else less tedious--to some new invention in which he'd take
more interest."
"But you mustn't let him," she cried. "You must make him keep on
trying!"
"Oh, yes. He understands that's what I sit there for. I'll keep
sitting!"
However, in spite of the time he spent sitting in the shop, worrying
the inventor of the fractious light, Amberson found opportunity to
worry himself about another matter of business.
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