He felt this to be absolutely brazen. He could hear her upstairs laughing and talking to Mrs. Biggs and small Jerry, together with his son's crows of delight.
"Come on up, Jerry; he's awfully jolly this morning," she called over the balcony to him.
"No, thank you," he replied formally.
It added fuel to his blaze that she should take his acquiescence in the situation as a matter of course. He gloomed on for half an hour. Then she appeared with the baby. Jerry pretended to be engrossed in a magazine, and only glanced at his son when she presented him.
"Father is not hospitable this morning, Jerrykins," she remarked, and began a tour of the room, explaining everything to him as they reviewed it.
"This is the latest work of thy respected father, O bald one. Dost like the lady?" Small Jerry yawned and Jane laughed.
"Does art bore thee, my son? That would be a blow to thy humble parents."
The monologue went on and Jerry could have screamed with nerves. When she stopped behind him and remarked:
"Upside down, Jerry? Is this some new mental discipline?" he rose, flung the magazine across the studio and himself out of the door.
Jane looked upon this exposition of temper with some amusement and no concern.