'No, not exactly.' 'Figures of some sort, I would venture a bet,' said Sir Barnet Skettles.
'Why yes,' said Doctor Blimber, yes, but not of that sort.

Mr Baps is a very worthy sort of man, Sir Barnet, and--in fact he's our Professor of dancing.' Paul was amazed to see that this piece of information quite altered Sir Barnet Skettles's opinion of Mr Baps, and that Sir Barnet flew into a perfect rage, and glowered at Mr Baps over on the other side of the room.

He even went so far as to D Mr Baps to Lady Skettles, in telling her what had happened, and to say that it was like his most con-sum-mate and con-foun-ded impudence.
There was another thing that Paul observed.

Mr Feeder, after imbibing several custard-cups of negus, began to enjoy himself.

The dancing in general was ceremonious, and the music rather solemn--a little like church music in fact--but after the custard-cups, Mr Feeder told Mr Toots that he was going to throw a little spirit into the thing.