It was nearing midnight when Douglas achieved his first dance with Inez.
She was the best dancer in the room, and Douglas told her so.

"I'll bet you haven't told that to the other girls," she said with a
flash of her white teeth.

"I have! I said it to Jude when she turned me down for Dad."

"Smart! Helps both you and me with Jude, of course!"

"Much you care about that!" retorted Douglas.

"I like to be liked, of course," said Inez.

"You do?" Douglas' voice was so honestly incredulous that Inez exclaimed
resentfully:

"Am I so much worse than a lot of the kids at school?"

Douglas shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Judith's straight. I've kept
her so."

Inez laughed. "Judith's straight because she's that kind of a girl. Why
don't you watch your dad instead of Jude?"

Douglas' lips tightened and Inez studied his face in silence for a
moment; then she went on, "Pretty fond of Jude, aren't you, Doug? Your
father is a devil with women--that big, bossy, good-looking kind always
is. I tell Jude so every time I see her."