“Oh, he takes you back to your chaperon, or suggests refreshment, or you sit and talk.”
“I hate talking. I never know what to say.”
“Oh, that's his duty. He'll try and amuse you, then you must laugh. You have a nice laugh.”
“But I never know when to laugh. If I laugh when I want to it always offends people. What do you do if somebody asks you to dance and you don't want to dance with them?”
“Oh, you say your programme is full.”
“But if it isn't?”
“Well, you tell a lie.”
“Couldn't I say I don't dance well, and that I'm sure they'd get on better with somebody else?”
“It would be the truth, but they might not believe it.”
“I hope nobody asks me that I don't want.”