"You need only three things to explain all that's good and bad about Georgie." "Three ?" "He's Isabel's only child.

He's an Amberson.

He's a boy." "Well, Mister Bones, of these three things which are the good ones and which are the bad ones ?" "All of them," said Eugene.
It happened that just then they came in sight of the subject of their discourse.

George was walking under the elms with Lucy, swinging a stick and pointing out to her various objects and localities which had attained historical value during the last four years.

The two older men marked his gestures, careless and graceful; they observed his attitude, unconsciously noble, his easy proprietorship of the ground beneath his feet and round about, of the branches overhead, of the old buildings beyond, and of Lucy.
"I don't know," Eugene said, smiling whimsically.