He did an odd thing, then. He could not have explained the impulse to himself. But he left the party and walked upstairs into the nursery, where Mrs. Biggs guarded his son. The baby was awake, and Jerry sat down beside him, staring into his face, trying to penetrate through him, into the depths of that opaque being who was his mother.
CHAPTER XXIV
Jerry's awakening to Jane, as a personality to be coped with, brought with it a trail of perplexities. He had taken her for granted for so long that it was uncomfortable to get re-adjusted to her. He found himself gazing at her, when they were together, as at some stranger.
"Jerry, is anything the matter with me?" she asked one evening, finally aware of this scrutiny.
"No, of course not; why?"
"I find you staring at me so strangely all the time I'm with you. It makes me self-conscious."
"I beg your pardon."
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Has it ever occurred to you that we knew nothing at all about each other when we married?"