“Hm. Well, to tell you quite frankly, I didn’t see anything very respectable going on during the last dance.”
Betty flushed and bit her lip, and would have been angry had not embarrassment overcome her.
Charles continued ruthlessly: “The woman I was with said, ‘There’s a happy party for you’, and I looked up—and saw—you.”
“Charles—” began Betty.
“Now wait a minute. Tell me one thing truthfully. Have you ever been out like this with him before?”
“Why?”
“Because—well, because I don’t believe you ever have.”
“No, I haven’t. But I don’t see that that has anything to do with it. I—”
“Just this. I don’t like his looks—that’s all. I judge men by their eyes, and I don’t like his eyes. They seem especially bad to me to-night. If you don’t believe me—”