She rose and came in, laying her hand on his arm, so that he went with her to the baby's room.
"Too bad he's gone, he couldn't wait," said Jerry, as they bent over their sleeping son.
"Isn't he perfect, Jerry?" she said with feeling.
"He's A No. 1, Jane," he answered.
They went to their supper. They did not talk much. Jane was thoughtful, and Jerry respected her mood. Later, while he was smoking on the balcony, he called to her to come and see the moon. She went out, and gazed up at the white disk of radiance.
"Jerry, go get that old driver we have, and take me through that park in this moonlight," she said.
"Are you in earnest?"
"Yes."
"But you aren't well enough."
"I am well. Please, Jerry."