"Eugene would never be anybody's enemy--he couldn't!--and last of all Georgie's.

I'm afraid he was hurt, but I don't fear his not having understood that George spoke without thinking of what he was saying--I mean, with-out realizing its bearing on Eugene." Again George seemed upon the point of speech, and again controlled the impulse.

He thrust his hands in his pockets, leaned back in his chair, and smoked, staring inflexibly at the ceiling.
"Well, well," said his grandfather, rising.

"It wasn't a very successful little dinner!" Thereupon he offered his arm to his daughter, who took it fondly, and they left the room, Isabel assuring him that all his little dinners were pleasant, and that this one was no exception.
George did not move, and Fanny, following the other two, came round the table, and paused close beside his chair; but George remained posed in his great imperturbability, cigar between teeth, eyes upon ceiling, and paid no attention to her.

Fanny waited until the sound of Isabel's and the Major's voices became inaudible in the hall.