"Cousin Ravinet was mistaken, madame, in saying that I danced well."
"Oh! as to that, if you were dancing with the lady you had a little while ago, you'd jump higher, I suppose."
"I beg you to believe that no partner could induce me to jump any higher."
"Freluchon dances mighty well, I tell you; he bounds like a rubber ball."
"That is a gift of nature, and I would not contend with the gentleman. Is he a relation of yours?"
"Freluchon? No; he's head salesman in pa's shop. He cried when he heard I was going to be married."
"The deuce! was it with pleasure?"
"Well, I guess not! it was with something else. But I consoled him; I told him I'd be his friend as long as we live, and that he could kiss me every Sunday."
"I can imagine, madame, that such a prospect dried his tears."
"It's our turn! it's our turn!"