"No, I'm tired," she told him.
"It's just as well, perhaps," he said gravely. "For I am what you would describe as a very unnatural dancer."
"Oh, Fuz," she laughed; "are you? Oh, you must dance once round the room with me before it's over. Oh, you must. It tickles my fancy, the idea of Fuz dancing."
"At last I've earned a genuine laugh."
"Oh, Fuz, doesn't anyone else ever laugh at you, only me?"
"Very rarely."
"Shame!"
"So it is."
"Aren't Maurice and Maudie making a terrible noise?"
"They're certainly laughing loud enough," Fuz agreed. "But Maurice is always in spirits. I don't think he knows the meaning of depression."