Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, November 12, 1892

Vol. 103.
November 12, 1892.

( A Sketch at the Casino, Dinard. )
On either side of the circular Race-course, with its revolving metal horses, is a Green Table, divided into numbered squares, around which the Players, who are mostly English, are sitting or standing. A Croupier with his rake presides at each table. In an obscure corner of the balcony outside , Miss DAINTREE and her Married Sister have just established themselves. There is a Ball at the Casino, and the Orchestra are heard tuning up for the next dance.
The Married Sister. But SYLVIA, why have you dragged me out here to sit in the dark? I thought you were engaged for this?
Miss Daintree. So I am—to such a horrid little man. That’s why I fled. He won’t think of coming here after me!
The M.S. What made you give him a dance at all?
Miss D. JACK brought him up to me—so naturally I thought he was a dear friend of his, but it seems he only sat next to him at table d’hôte , and JACK says he pestered him so for an introduction, he had to do it—to get rid of him. So like a brother, wasn’t it?... Oh, AMY, he’s coming —what shall I do? I know he can’t dance a little bit! I watched him trying.
The M.S. Can’t you ask him to sit it out?
Miss D. That’s worse ! Let’s hope he won’t notice us.—Ah—he has !
Mr. Cubson. Our dance, I believe? ( The Orchestra strikes up. ) Isn’t that the Pas de Quatre? To tell you the truth, I’m not very well up in these new steps, so I shall trust to you to pull me through—soon get into it, y’know.