"Gosh," he whispered. She laughed.
"I saw her first," some one said, pulling at the girl's arm.
"Go 'way," Hugo shouted. He pushed the other from them. "What's your name?"
"Bessie. What's yours?"
"Hugo."
The girl accepted two glasses from a waiter. They drained them, looking at each other over the rims. "Got any money, Hugo?"
Hugo had. He carried on his person the total of his cash assets. Some fifty dollars. "Sure. I have fifty dollars," he answered.
He felt her red lips against his ear. "Let's you and me duck this party and have a little one of our own. I've got an apartment not far from here."
He could hear the pounding of his heart. "Let's."
They moved unostentatiously from the room. Outside, in the hall, she took his hand. They ran to the front door.