"My dear friend, Bee, you must excuse me."
"But I will not."
"Bee—"
"I insist upon your coming, Ishmael."
"Bee, do not. I should be the wrong man in the wrong place."
"Now, why do you say that?"
"Because I have no business in a ballroom, Bee."
"You have as much business there as anyone else."
"What should I do there, Bee?"
"Dance! waltz! polka! At our school balls you were one of the best dancers we had, I recollect. Now, with your memory and your ear for music, you would do as well as then."