He spoke with too much vehemence, and Mrs. Dowling at once saw how to have her way. As with husbands and wives, so with many fathers and daughters, and so with some sons and mothers: the man will himself be cross in public and think nothing of it, nor will he greatly mind a little crossness on the part of the woman; but let her show agitation before any spectator, he is instantly reduced to a coward's slavery. Women understand that ancient weakness, of course; for it is one of their most important means of defense, but can be used ignobly.
Mrs. Dowling permitted a tremulousness to become audible in her voice. "It isn't very—very pleasant—to be talked to like that by your own son—before strangers!"
"Oh, my! Look here!" the stricken Dowling protested. "I didn't say anything, mother. I was just joking about how you never get over thinking I'm a little boy. I only———"
Mrs. Dowling continued: "I just thought I was doing you a little favour. I didn't think it would make you so angry."
"Mother, for goodness' sake! Miss Adams'll think———"
