After that, Mr Feeder not only began to dance as if he meant dancing and nothing else, but secretly to stimulate the music to perform wild tunes.
Further, he became particular in his attentions to the ladies; and dancing with Miss Blimber, whispered to her--whispered to her!--though not so softly but that Paul heard him say this remarkable poetry, 'Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure You!' This, Paul heard him repeat to four young ladies, in succession.

Well might Mr Feeder say to Mr Toots, that he was afraid he should be the worse for it to-morrow! Mrs Blimber was a little alarmed by this--comparatively speaking--profligate behaviour; and especially by the alteration in the character of the music, which, beginning to comprehend low melodies that were popular in the streets, might not unnaturally be supposed to give offence to Lady Skettles.

But Lady Skettles was so very kind as to beg Mrs Blimber not to mention it; and to receive her explanation that Mr Feeder's spirits sometimes betrayed him into excesses on these occasions, with the greatest courtesy and politeness; observing, that he seemed a very nice sort of person for his situation, and that she particularly liked the unassuming style of his hair--which (as already hinted) was about a quarter of an inch long.
Once, when there was a pause in the dancing, Lady Skettles told Paul that he seemed very fond of music.

Paul replied, that he was; and if she was too, she ought to hear his sister, Florence, sing.

Lady Skettles presently discovered that she was dying with anxiety to have that gratification; and though Florence was at first very much frightened at being asked to sing before so many people, and begged earnestly to be excused, yet, on Paul calling her to him, and saying, 'Do, Floy! Please! For me, my dear!' she went straight to the piano, and began.