"Look at the round dance!" he cried.
"Who can behold and not shudder ?" Mr.Meech, who had not beheld and therefore could not shudder, ventured a timid inquiry: "Mr.Moseley, just what is a round dance ?" Mr.Moseley pushed back his chair and wheeled the table nearer the window.

"Will you just step forward, Mr.Meech ?" With difficulty Mr.Meech extricated himself from the corner to which the pressure of so many guests had relegated him.

He slipped apologetically to the front and took his stand beneath the shadow of Mr.Moseley's presence.

Prayer-meeting being but a semi-official occasion, he wore his second-best coat, and it had followed the shrinking habit established by its predecessors.
"Now," commanded Mr.Moseley, "place your hand upon my shoulder." Mr.Meech did so with self-conscious gravity and serious apprehensions as to the revelations to follow.
"Now," continued Mr.Moseley, "I place my arm about your waist--thus." "Surely not," objected Mr.Meech, in embarrassment.
But Mr.Moseley was relentless.

"I assure you it is true.