"That's none of your business. I want you to dance with me. Come on. I'll teach you
I shut my eyes and shook my head precisely as she had done to
Ben
She burst into a laugh. "Ain't you tired of being a wall-flower?"
"I love it."
"Do you really? Or maybe you want to watch somebody?"
"I want to watch everybody," I replied, coloring the least bit. "When you were dancing I watched you, and I thought—well, I won't tell you what I thought."
A splash of color overspread her face
"Go ahead. Speak out!" she said, with a sick smile
I took pity on her. "I'm joking, of course. But I do like to watch people when they dance," I said, earnestly. "They do it in so many different ways, don't you know." I proceeded to point out couple after couple, commenting upon their peculiar manner and the special expression of their faces. One man was seemingly about to hurl his partner at somebody. Another man was eying other women over the shoulder of the one with whom he danced, apparently his wife. One woman was clinging to her partner with all her might, while her half-shut eyes and half-opened mouth seemed to say, "My, isn't it sweet!"
Miss Lazar greeted my observations with bursts of merry approval. Encouraged by this and full of mischief and malice, I made her watch a man with tapering white side-whiskers and watery eyes who was staring at the bare bust of a fat woman