His tone was jocular; but the expression of his countenance was not exactly genial when Master Bertie Bailey sat up in bed, as he did at this identical moment, and looked his host and hostess in the face.
Chapter XIII
[IN PETERSHAM PARK]
Bertie looked at Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, and Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins looked at him, and husband and wife looked at one another.
"And have you had a nice sleep, my dear?"
Bertie vouchsafed no reply to the lady's question, continuing to look at her with his characteristically dogged look in his eyes.
"And how long have you been awake, my dear? Have you only just now woke?"
Bertie threw the clothes from off him, and turned to Mr. Jenkins.
"I won't go home, even if you do go and tell my mother, you old sneak!"
This uncomplimentary epithet was applied to Mr. Jenkins with such sullen ferocity, that that gentleman started and looked even more discomfited than he had done before. Bertie got out of bed and stood upon the floor.