There! D'you see ?" "Well--I suppose so." George's brow was still dark, however.

"If you're sure whatever talk there is, is about Aunt Fanny.

If that's so--" "Don't be an ass," his uncle advised him lightly, moving away.

"I'm off for a week's fishing to forget that woman in there, and her pig of a husband." (His gesture toward the Mansion indicated Mr.and Mrs.Sydney Amberson.) "I recommend a like course to you, if you're silly enough to pay any attention to such rubbishings! Good-bye!" George was partially reassured, but still troubled: a word haunted him like the recollection of a nightmare.

"Talk!" He stood looking at the houses across the street from the Mansion; and though the sunshine was bright upon them, they seemed mysteriously threatening.