"Too much Amberson, I suppose, for one thing. And for another, his
mother just fell down and worshipped him from the day he was born That's
what beats me! I don't have to tell you what Isabel Amberson is, Eugene
Morgan. She's got a touch of the Amberson high stuff about her, but you
can't get anybody that ever knew her to deny that she's just about the
finest woman in the world."

"No," said Eugene Morgan. "You can't get anybody to deny that."

"Then I can't see how she doesn't see the truth about that boy. He
thinks he's a little tin god on wheels--and honestly, it makes some
people weak and sick just to think about him! Yet that high-spirited,
intelligent woman, Isabel Amberson, actually sits and worships him! You
can hear it in her voice when she speaks to him or speaks of him. You
can see it in her eyes when she looks at him. My Lord! What does she see
when she looks at him?"

Morgan's odd expression of genial apprehension deepened whimsically,
though it denoted no actual apprehension whatever, and cleared away from
his face altogether when he smiled; he became surprisingly winning
and persuasive when he smiled. He smiled now, after a moment, at this
question of his old friend. "She sees something that we don't see," he
said.

"What does she see?"

"An angel."

Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, if she sees an angel when she looks at
Georgie Minafer, she's a funnier woman than I thought she was!"

"Perhaps she is," said Morgan. "But that's what she sees."

"My Lord! It's easy to see you've only known him an hour or so. In that
time have you looked at Georgie and seen an angel?"

"No. All I saw was a remarkably good-looking fool-boy with the pride
of Satan and a set of nice new drawing-room manners that he probably
couldn't use more than half an hour at a time without busting."

"Then what--"

"Mothers are right," said Morgan. "Do you think this young George is
the same sort of creature when he's with his mother that he is when he's
bulldozing your boy Fred? Mothers see the angel in us because the angel
is there. If it's shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show,
hasn't he? When a son cuts somebody's throat the mother only sees it's
possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil--and she's entirely
right about that!"

Kinney laughed, and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I remember
what a fellow you always were to argue," he said. "You mean Georgie
Minafer is as much of an angel as a