"Yes."
"Ah, so do I, and well, too, though I'm not English. Lord Lane will tell you that. And you dance, I know."
"Yes."
"You love it? I do."
"I used to."
"That sounds as if you were a hundred, instead of—nineteen, is it not?"
"I'm not quite ninety-nine."
"I should like to dance with you. We are the right size for each other in the dance, are we not?"
"I'd try not to disappoint you."
"Oh, we must have a dance. You love music, I know. One sees it by your eyes. Once, when I asked Lord Lane if he sang or played, he said that he 'had no drawing-room tricks.' Rude of him, n'est-ce pas? But you? Is it that you play?"