“ ‘Why, Mr. Moore,’ he begins, sort of soothing; when the small brother, who’s been staring at Jerry, chips in. I told you he was cheeky.
“He says, ‘Pa, what a funny nose Mr. Moore’s got!’
“And that did it. Jerry rises, very slow, and leans across the table and clips the kid brother one side of the ear-’ole. And then there’s a general imbroglio, everyone standing up and the kid hollering and the dog barking.
“If you’d brought him up better,’ says Jerry, severe, to Pa Tuxton, ‘this wouldn’t ever have happened.’
“Pa Tuxton gives a sort of howl.
“ ‘Mr. Moore,’ he yells, ‘what is the meaning of this extraordinary behaviour? You come here and strike me child—’
“Jerry bangs on the table.
“ ‘Yes,’ he says, ‘and I’d strike him again. Listen to me,’ he says. ‘You think just because I’m quiet I ain’t got no spirit. You think all I can do is to sit and smile. You think—Bah! You aren’t on to the hidden depths in me character. I’m one of them still waters that runs deep. I’m—Here, you get out of it! Yes, all of you. Except Jane. Jane and me wants this room to have a private talk in. I’ve got a lot of things to say to Jane. Are you going?’
“I turns to the crowd. I was awful disturbed. ‘You mustn’t take any notice,’ I says. ‘He ain’t well. He ain’t himself.’ When just then the parrot outs with another of them squawks. Jerry jumps at it.
“ ‘You first,’ he says, and flings the cage out of the window. ‘Now you,’ he says to the yellow dog, putting him out through the door. And then he folds his arms and scowls at us, and we all notice suddenly that he’s very big. We looks at one another, and we begins to edge towards the door. All except Jane, who’s staring at Jerry as if he’s a ghost.
“ ‘Mr. Moore,’ says Pa Tuxton, dignified, ‘we’ll leave you You’re drunk.’
“ ‘I’m not drunk,’ says Jerry. ‘I’m in love.’
“ ‘Jane,’ says Pa Tuxton, ‘come with me, and leave this ruffian to himself.’
“ ‘Jane,’ says Jerry, ‘stop here, and come and lay your head on my shoulder.’
“ ‘Jane,’ says Pa Tuxton, ‘do you hear me?’
“ ‘Jane,’ says Jerry, ‘I’m waiting.’
“She looks from one to the other for a spell, and then she moves to where Jerry’s standing.
“ ‘I’ll stop,’ she says, sort of quiet.
“And we drifts out.”
The waiter snorted.
“I got back home quick as I could,” he said, “and relates the proceedings to Gentleman. Gentleman’s rattled. ‘I don’t believe it,’ he says. ‘Don’t stand there and tell me Jerry Moore did them things. Why, it ain’t in the man. ’Specially after what I said to him about the way he ought to behave. How could he have done so?’ Just then in comes Jerry, beaming all over. ‘Boys,’ he shouts, ‘congratulate me. It’s all