Denise laughs, blushes and coquettishly places together the little white shining high-heeled shoes in his view.
"My heart is beneath them," says the young man. "How shall I prove it?"
Denise turns her sparkling eyes to her companion.
"Kiss them on your knees," she says. They think they are alone. The young man drops on his knees and reverently kisses the small feet. Denise springs up with a laugh.
"I must go. I have a partner for this dance."
"You will give me your hand?" the young man implores.
"You ask too much," says Denise with a smile, "I have already given you my feet."
She runs lightly to the ballroom. She has lost her position, her fortune, her authority as a man, but she has gained, as a girl, a power that few men ever enjoy.