TOM.
Perhaps so! Butlers look like that. My! I'd jolly like to be a butler! (They have moved on to another set.) Shall we stop here?
CLAIRE.
Oh, no, not here! Teddy Jones always mixes us up. He treads on our toes.
TOM.
Yes, and squeezes the girls' hands, too.
CLAIRE.
Oh, that we don't mind! Would you like to sit this dance out on the stairs? (She would prefer it herself.)
TOM.
No, let's dance. Come on, this is a good place.