Could you bear a question ?" "What do you mean: could I bear--" "I only wanted to ask: Do you take this same passionate interest in the parents of every girl you dance with?
Perhaps it's a new fashion we old bachelors ought to take up.

Is it the thing this year to--" "Oh, go on!" said George, moving away.

"I only wanted to know--" He left the sentence unfinished, and crossed the room to where a girl sat waiting for his nobility to find time to fulfil his contract with her for this dance.
"Pardon f' keep' wait," he muttered, as she rose brightly to meet him; and she seemed pleased that he came at all--but George was used to girls' looking radiant when he danced with them, and she had little effect upon him.

He danced with her perfunctorily, thinking the while of Mr.Eugene Morgan and his daughter.

Strangely enough, his thoughts dwelt more upon the father than the daughter, though George could not possibly have given a reason--even to himself--for this disturbing preponderance.
By a coincidence, though not an odd one, the thoughts and conversation of Mr.Eugene Morgan at this very time were concerned with George Amberson Minafer, rather casually, it is true.