Miss Gerald looked at him. “You seem to be rather certain?” she said tentatively.
“I am,” said Bob. “I’d almost swear—” He stopped suddenly. It wouldn’t do to be too certain.
“Don’t you find your own words rather strange?” the girl asked.
“Everything’s funny about me, nowadays,” said Bob.
“Did you enjoy renewing your acquaintance with Miss ——?” She called Gee-gee by that other, more conventional name.
“I did not. I dislike her profoundly.”
“Are you sure?” The violet eyes were almost meditative. “Now I should have thought—” She paused. Bob read the thought, however. A man like him was on a plane with Gee-gee; indeed, much lower. Miss Gerald would be finding in Gee-gee Bob’s affinity next.
“You haven’t refused me out-and-out, yet,” he suggested. “To dance, I mean.”
“You would rather, of course, I did refuse you?”
“Of course,” Bob stammered. The mere thought of dancing with her once again as of yore gave him a sensation of exquisite pain. But naturally she would never dream of dancing with one she considered a—?