He beckoned to the man, who, with a little deprecating shrug of the shoulders, swaggered up to their table with some show of condescension.
"A chair for Monsieur Jean Coulois, the great dancer," Selingman ordered, "a glass, and another bottle of wine.

Monsieur Jean, my congratulations! But a word in your ear.

Her steps do not match yours.
It is you who make the dance.

She has no initiative.

She can do nothing but imitate," he added.
The dancer looked at his host a little curiously.