human
Why did _you_ not ask her for that waltz, Philip?
gpt
My dear mother, you know I never dance! I come to balls to oblige my hostesses and look at the women, but not to carry a seven-stone weight of tulle illusion and white satin, going at express pace, with the thermometer at 80 deg., and a dense crowd jostling one at every turn in the circle. _Bien obligé!_ that's not my idea of pleasure; if it were the Pyrrhic dance, now, or the Tarantella, or the Bolero, under a Castilian chestnut-tree----
human
Hold your tongue! You might have danced for once, just to have kept her from Chandos Cheveley.
gpt
From the best waltzer in London? Not so selfish. Ask Amandine's wife if women don't like to dance with that fellow!
human
I should be very sorry to mention his name to her, or any of her set,