Delia's keeping watch of him." For a moment there was silence; then, with clear decisiveness came Billy's voice.
"Bertram, I am going home." "Billy!" "I am." "Billy, for heaven's sake don't be a silly goose! The play's half over already.

We'll soon be going, anyway." Billy's lips came together in a thin little determined line.
"Bertram, I am going home now, please," she said.

"You needn't come with me; I can go alone." Bertram said two words under his breath which it was just as well, perhaps, that Billy--and the neighbors--did not hear; then he gathered up their wraps and, with Billy, stalked out of the theater.
At home everything was found to be absolutely as it should be.
Bertram, Jr., was peacefully sleeping, and Delia, who had come up from downstairs, was sewing in the next room.
"There, you see," observed Bertram, a little sourly.
Billy drew a long, contented sigh.
"Yes, I see; everything is all right.

But that's exactly what I wanted to do, Bertram, you know--to _see for myself_," she finished happily.
And Bertram, looking at her rapt face as she hovered over the baby's crib, called himself a brute and a beast to mind _anything_ that could make Billy look like that..