You think you shall ever see a gentleman in good societies to tickle his partner in the dance till she say Ouch?
Never! I assure you it is not done.

Again! Now then! Piano, please! One-two-three; one-two-three--glide! Mr.Penrod Schofield, your right foot--your right foot! No, no! Stop!" The merry-go-round came to a standstill.
"Mr.Penrod Schofield and partner"-- Professor Bartet wiped his brow--"will you kindly observe me?
One-two-three--glide! So! Now then--no; you will please keep your places, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr.
Penrod Schofield, I would puttickly like your attention, this is for you!" "Pickin' on me again!" murmured the smouldering Penrod to his small, unsympathetic partner.

"Can't let me alone a minute!" "Mister Georgie Bassett, please step to the centre," said the professor.
Mr.Bassett complied with modest alacrity.
"Teacher's pet!" whispered Penrod hoarsely.

He had nothing but contempt for Georgie Bassett.