They're keeping up the fight and they're sore--and Amelia's a woman who always says any damn thing that comes into her head! That's all there is to it." "But she said," George persisted wretchedly; "she said there was talk.
She said--" "Look here, young fellow!" Amberson laughed good-naturedly.

"There probably is some harmless talk about the way your Aunt Fanny goes after poor Eugene, and I've no doubt I've abetted it myself.

People can't help being amused by a thing like that.

Fanny was always languishing at him, twenty-odd years ago, before he left here.

Well, we can't blame the poor thing if she's got her hopes up again, and I don't know that I blame her, myself, for using your mother the way she does." "How do you mean ?" Amberson put his hand on George's shoulder.