“Upset! Oh, my Lord, I should think I would be upset! He’s in his second childhood. What did you let him do it for, in the name of—”
“Make it in the name of heaven this time, George; it’s Sunday. Well, I thought, myself, it was a mistake.”
“I should say so!”
“Yes,” said Amberson. “I wanted him to put up an apartment building instead of these houses.”
“An apartment building! Here?”
“Yes; that was my idea.”
George struck his hands together despairingly. “An apartment house! Oh, my Lord!”
“Don’t worry! Your grandfather wouldn’t listen to me, but he’ll wish he had, some day. He says that people aren’t going to live in miserable little flats when they can get a whole house with some grass in front and plenty of backyard behind. He sticks it out that apartment houses will never do in a town of this type, and when I pointed out to him that a dozen or so of ’em already are doing, he claimed it was just the novelty, and that they’d all be empty as soon as people got used to ’em. So he’s putting up these houses.”
“Is he getting miserly in his old age?”
“Hardly! Look what he gave Sydney and Amelia!”