She had meant to ask him why he had kept away so long and why he had come now; but when she found herself alone with him in the kitchen, she suddenly changed her mind, and decided to let things be. He probably had no reasonable explanation to offer, and unless she meant to keep the breach unhealed, she had better treat this visit as if there was nothing to explain about it.
“How’s Vera?” she asked.
“She’s getting on splendidly, thanks.”
“And the baby?”
“That’s getting on too.”
“Do tell me about it—is it like her or like you?”
“It’s like her—a regular little Yid.”
“Never mind—she will probably grow up very beautiful.”
Peter mumbled inaudibly.
Jenny looked at him critically. He seemed heavier and stupider than usual. He gave her the impression of a man worn out.