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twice as nice to me as before.” That was her immediate reaction. So that was that. Donald was out of the picture and I was in.

About two weeks later I was going to spend the evening with Donald. I was walking down Broadway and met Marion's mother. Marion's mother was a beautiful, lovely golf champion, rather stupid. Both Donald and I adored her. Her father was a magnate, a very rich man, but something of a bastard. But the mother was sweet and charming and we loved her. We called her by her first name, which was Claire. She said, “I don't understand you two boys. When I was a girl, I couldn't have gotten away with what my daughter does. You two boys let her make a fool out of you.” I said, “Don't worry, Claire. The decision is made. Donald is out. If you come sneaking into the room, you're going to catch only one of us kissing your daughter, and it's going to be me, not Donald.”

So I went down and had dinner with Donald. In the course of the dinner I said, “I met Claire on the way down Broadway.” I repeated our conversation. I said, “I told her that it's all decided and you're not seeing Marion anymore.”

Well, Donald, who is the most transparent man in the world--I mean he couldn't fool anybody on anything... I suddenly looked at Donald, and the great realization came that absolutely nothing had changed whatever--except I didn't know what was going on! That very night after she had “chosen,” she had called him up and said she couldn't stand it. And instead of our both knowing about it, he wasn't telling me any longer. This was about two weeks. I was outraged and wrote Marion a letter at Vassar saying that she was a deceitful,