I was convinced that Cousin Ravinet had spread the information that I was a famous dancer, for there was a crowd about our set. The good people must have been sadly disappointed, as I did nothing but walk through the figures. Indeed, I heard some voices muttering:
"Bah! it wasn't worth while to put ourselves out; I can dance better than that. Ravinet must have seen double; he don't even know how to do the basque step!"
I felt called upon to try to talk with the bride.
"You must be tired, madame?"
"Tired? why?"
"You have probably been dancing a long while."
"Dame! if the bride didn't dance, it would be a pretty wedding! The men have to ask me to dance; that's what they were invited for."
I bit my lip, as I rejoined:
"This is a very happy day for you, madame, is it not?"
"A happy day! Oh! it's rather amusing just now; but I've found it pretty stupid all day!"