Tommy.
Then that is why you're dancing with such pokerlike rigidity.
[Refrain as before: they dance with decreasing spirit, and finally stop, and fan one another with their hats.
Jane.
I'm better now that on my brow there is a little breeziness.
Tommy.
My passing qualm is growing calm, and tightness turns to easiness.
Jane.
You seem to me tormented by a tendency to queasiness?
[Refrain; they attempt to continue the dance—but suddenly sit down side by side.