Uncle George Amberson said 'em to papa once.

Papa didn't like it, but Uncle George was just laughin' at papa, an' then he said 'em while he was laughin'." "That was wrong of him," she said, but almost instinctively he detected the lack of conviction in her tone.

It was Isabel's great failing that whatever an Amberson did seemed right to her, especially if the Amberson was either her brother George, or her son George.

She knew that she should be more severe with the latter now, but severity with him was beyond her power; and the Reverend Malloch Smith had succeeded only in rousing her resentment against himself.

Georgie's symmetrical face--altogether an Amberson face--had looked never more beautiful to her.