"By all accounts, M.Raoul appears to have made himself agreeable to all," she added.
The old gentleman chuckled and took snuff.
"He loves an audience.

At about four in the morning, when all the elders were in bed--( pardon me, Mademoiselle, if I claim to reckon myself among _les jeunes_; my poor back tells me at what cost)--at about four in the morning the young lady who has just left you spoke of a new dance she had seen performed this season at Bath.

Well, it appears that M.Raoul had also seen it a--valtz they called it, or some such name.

Whereupon nothing would do but they must dance it together.

Such a dance, Mademoiselle! Roll, roll--round and round-- roll, roll--but _perpendicularly_, you understand.