Yes, I danced till my legs ached with women old and girls young; but how could I remember how they were dressed and what their style of coiffure was?
I know that silk rustled and there was a perfume of eau de Cologne and mignonette and my heart expanded and blazed while I whirled like a top with a sweet lady in my arms." "Yes, you must have cut a ravishing figure!" interpolated Madame Roussillon with emphatic disapproval, her eyes snapping.

"A bull in a lace shop.

How delighted the ladies must have been!" "Never saw such blushing faces and burning glances--such fluttering breasts, such--" "Big braggart," Madame Roussillon broke in contemptuously, "it's a piastre to a sou that you stood gawping in through a window while gentlemen and ladies did the dancing.

I can imagine how you looked--I can!" and with this she took her prodigious bulk at a waddling gait out of the room.

"I remember how you danced even when you were not clumsy as a pig on ice!" she shrieked back over her shoulder.
"Parbleu! true enough, my dear," he called after her, "I should think you could--you mind how we used trip it together.