It is merely a quadrille.
REGINALD.
Merely a quadrille! Woman, do you think I am marble?
DINAH.
[Distractedly, turning to Rankling.] Admiral Rankling, are you going to dance?
RANKLING.
[Gallantly.] If you do me the honour, my dear Madam. [She takes his arm.]
REGINALD.
[Madly, to Dinah.] Ah, flirt!