"Yes, I am. What right have they to come down here, take you away from your work, pick your brains, wear you out, and then drop you when they've taken what they want? I hate them all!"
"Steady, old girl," said Jerry, putting a hand on each of her shoulders, and making her look at him. "For a penny, I'd shake you, Bobs! What do you think I am, a mechanical doll? Don't I have anything to say about what they do to me?"
"You think you do, but you don't."
"Don't you worry about me," he said shortly, and she knew he was annoyed. He went back to work on a costume drawing, and Bobs went out without another word.
"Damn," said Jerry softly. He worked rapidly for an hour. Then a movement in his bedroom startled him.
"Who's that?" he called.
Jane Judd came into view, a sock pulled over one hand.
"Did you speak?"
"Oh, Jane Judd, I forgot you were there."
"I went into the other room when Miss Roberts came."