As unobtrusively as possible they changed seats. Toffee settled herself, crossed her legs with care, and turned to the vacant seat at her side. When she spoke her voice was husky and confidential. "Look, George," she said, "I've been thinking...." The chair quivered interestedly. "Yes?" George's voice said out of emptiness. "What about?" "You and me," Toffee said. "I've just been going over things in my mind, and you know, George, I've really been sort of foolish." "How do you mean?" "Well take the way I always favor Marc against you. Suddenly it just occurred to me that there's no logical reason for it. After all you're just alike--except for a few little differences, of course." "Oh?" George said, a note of interest creeping into his voice. "What differences?" "Well, for instance, you're more aggressive, George. You have a more active, dynamic personality. You're the sort who knows what he wants and goes out after it." "I suppose you could say that," George admitted. "What else?" "You're cleverer, too. Look at the way you've got Marc bottled up right now, for example. He's a dead duck. In fact, to tell you the truth, George, you make Marc look pretty sick. I'm beginning to think a girl would be much better off with you." George cleared his throat. "You're sure you mean it?" he asked. "Of course I do," Toffee said. "Why wouldn't I, George? It's not just that you're cleverer and more dominant than Marc, there are other little things too, things only a woman would notice. Your eyes, for instance." "My eyes?" Toffee nodded. "Uh-huh. Your eyes are ever so much more exciting than Marc's. I don't know what it is, but there's a subtle difference. I guess it's personality. I've always noticed it." "Oh, my eyes aren't all that good," George demurred. "Pleasant and friendly, perhaps, but...." "Oh, much more than that," Toffee insisted. "Flashing and roguish." "You really think so?" "Certainly. That and more." Toffee paused for a moment, appeared hesitant. "George...?" "Yes, Toffee?" "Would you show me your eyes? Just materialize them for a moment so I can gaze into them?" "Do you really like them that much?" "Please, George...." "Well ... all right." * * * * * And so it was that the congressman, long distracted by a view of Toffee fawning on a vacant chair, suddenly found himself staring across the room at two disembodied eyes which lolled in mid-air, swiveling and rolling about in a delirious attempt to be flashing and roguish. He coughed in a strangled way and glanced around at the judge.