'Not with everybody,' said Miss Kennedy, thinking of possible partners.
'O but you must, you know, in the German—and that's the fun. I don't think anything else is fun. Of course the people are all proper. Don't you like the German, Mr. Rollo?'
'I do not dance it.'
'Not? Don't you? O why? You do dance, I know, for I've seen you; you waltz like a German, a man, I mean. Why don't you dance the German?'
'How does a German—a man, I mean—waltz, Miss Phinney? as distinguished from other nationalities?' Stuart asked.
'O, different.'
'Wont you tell us in what way? This is interesting.'
'It wont help you,' said Josephine; 'and you dance well, besides. A German waltzes slow and elegantly.'
'And other people?'—
'You may laugh, but it's true; I've noticed it. An Englishman sways and a Frenchman spins, but a German floats. O it's just delicious! Why dont you dance the German, Dane Rollo? You're not pious.'