“With a little forbearance, a good many of those beautiful sylphs could dance in this room.”
“Quite a gallant speech that!” exclaimed the old gentleman: “one can see that you come from the South.”
“There is nothing gives me more pleasure than to see young ladies amuse themselves.”
“Just so, sir,—just so! only I cannot get reconciled to the walse.”
“And I,” observed my friend, “think the waltz the finest dance in the world.”
“Why, it may do tol—er—ably well for some folks; but I have strong doubts of its being an appropriate dance in this country.”
“And why that?”
“I shall tell you that in a moment,” said the old gentleman.
“You see, sir, that our young ladies are very fond of dancing; and that, when once commencing, they are sure to go on the whole evening. Well, sir, they take a partner,—a young fellow who is quite as fond of dancing as they are,—and then they dance, or waltz, as you call it, round and round, until they both get as warm as possible; and then, sir——”
“And then, sir——”