"There's plenty of fine stuff in him--can't help but be, because he's Isabel Amberson's son." Lucy stroked his hair, which was still almost as dark as her own.

"You liked her pretty well once, I guess, papa." "I do still," he said quietly.
"She's lovely--lovely! Papa--" she paused, then continued--"I wonder sometimes--" "What ?" "I wonder just how she happened to marry Mr.Minafer." "Oh, Minafer's all right," said Eugene.

"He's a quiet sort of man, but he's a good man and a kind man.

He always was, and those things count." "But in a way--well, I've heard people say there wasn't anything to him at all except business and saving money.

Miss Fanny Minafer herself told me that everything George and his mother have of their own--that is, just to spend as they like--she says it has always come from Major Amberson." "Thrift, Horatio!" said Eugene lightly.