It's not a bit difficult, once you've got the knack.

But I got thinking of Mrs.
Paget--she does amuse me, that woman.

Only yesterday she asked me what Puck was short for, and I told her Elizabeth--and then I got laughing so that I had to stop." Her face was flushed, and she was slightly breathless as she ended, but she stared across the table with brazen determination, like a naughty child expecting a slap.
Merryon's face, however, betrayed neither astonishment nor disapproval.
He even smiled a little as he said, "Perhaps you would like to give me lessons in that also?
I've often wondered how it was done." She smiled back at him with instant and obvious relief.
"No, I shan't do it again.

It's not proper.

But I will teach you to dance.